From the earnest, solemn whispers of promises to come
To the whispering slap of the bullet as fired from the gun
There were few records of what could have been changed
To prevent that innocent child becoming a madman deranged.
If words could speak louder and reverse the shape
Of the acceptance of the inevitable without escape
From the decimating power that can escape from a gun
Then promises could be kept in the time that’s to come.
But Nothing Will Change…..For The Better.
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