You always talk about guns,
And bullets.
Dead, bloody students.
Dead, bloody silence.
Hollering, it stuns -
Your ignorance unburdened
And impotence!
No words in your defense!
No words left burning!
My own rage yearns for voice.
Your lack of deeds is turning
Empty talks about guns,
And bullets
Into the bloody holes, and ruins!
Into a bloody mist of silence!
So hollering, world runs
Towards abyss consumed by violence!
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