Bullets tear through the sky, sped from the hands of madmen.
They shoot while you pump your gas, walk to school, talk on the phone. What has happened to us? Where did we go, and how did the line get so smudged. The fringe is now in the front yard.
Guns don’t kill, people do. Guns don’t kill, people do. Guns don’t kill, people do.
People don’t kill guns.
Guns kill people.
To read a book along the river is to risk your life.
A drive in the country could be your last action.
Where did we go? How did this happen?
flew the airplanes into the skyscrapers to kill the people at work at their desks, flirting and making money?
Can we get back?
Can we try to start?
Watch out for the bullets, especially when you go outside.
If you are inside, stay away from the windows. We just tell it like we see it.
Stay low and keep firing.