It’s too soon, America.
It’s too soon.
This arrogance won’t last
You seldom heed your past
It’s screaming you ought not presume
That freedom means no consequences
Or laying down defenses meant to keep you safe
Is wise in any way
It’s too bad, America.
It’s too bad
Many leaders are fools
Clueless; stubborn as mules
Letting greed direct their plans
Shunning the caution this season demands
And throwing up their privileged hands
As if they have no say
It’s too great, America.
It’s too great.
The grief we all share
Not a soul has been spared
Sending prayers and condolences
Every day a new toll, and since
No one can shown any concrete evidence
When this will go away
Be wise, America
Be wise.
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