I’ve tried so hard to understand
The thoughts behind a killer’s hand
How a young boy filled with hate
Can murder, maim – not hesitate
To kill his classmates, teacher, friends
With no remorse for how it ends
And we, society, have no shame
By saying that we’re not to blame
The shops we use to buy our bread
Also sell the rifles – “lead”
Enough to fight a minor war
“But surely that’s what shops are for!”
Society says, “We’ll carry on”
Then sheds false tears for those who’ve gone
