From classroom to casket an American journey arrive on a school bus depart on a gurney As children lay dead in Uvalde Texas it’s hard to ignore the obvious nexus We live in a land of pierced hearts and sorrow no shooting today? just wait till tomorrow In a fog of futility explicably numb we reach for our heartstrings but there’s nothing to strum With unfettered access to weapons of war the number of dead will continue to soar Who is accountable for the blood that we shed for children we bury soaked in blood red We live in a land of pierced hearts and sorrow no shooting today? just wait till tomorrow In a fog of futility explicably numb we reach for our heartstrings but there’s nothing to strum
