There’s a boy with a gun
Who is angry at life
At the way he is shunned
At his perpetual strife
He mimics the acts
That are covered in blood
That are heard on the air
And through all channels flood
There’s death in our films
And death on our phones
And death in the music
He hears all alone
We dope up his mind
To change brain chemistry
But then what we find
We’ve let madness run free
The solution my friends
You don’t want to hear
Only kindness will end
The anger and fear
Poetry and Verse 