Buildings weep bodies,
you can't just turn off the TV, now
your social apathy
won't serve you today.

Every channel, more blood,
CNN, ABC, FOX, MTV,
replaying the nightmare at 10,
for those who missed the 6 o'clock news.

It hit a little too close too home,
watching the death toll rise, watching
the names of the dead scroll on the news,
while they play sad, sad, sad, music.

Because we're sad, sad, sad, yes
we're sad, now that it's our friend's friend's friend.
or someone we once knew's sister-in-law's cousin,
we all want some right to mourn.

So mourn, my sisters, so mourn, my brothers,
but you're mourning
the death of our freedom,

a giant game
of "he hit me so I'll hit him"
we revert back to pre-school,
"he started it, teacher."

But who do you answer to now?


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