Why Aren’t You Dead?

Gun shots ringing,

Glass is sprayed,

Revenge singing,

Families died inside

That day.

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No reason found,

No anger bound,

Children died

And parents cried

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People blamed,

And people lamed,

But the only victims

Not remembered

Were those who,

The pain commended.

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For even killers

Have their day,

When life and love

And war and pain,

Are overruled by those

Who said,

“Hey, freak, why aren’t you dead?”