I sit home,numb in shock
Not knowing what to do...
Glued to the TV and praying hard
That somehow all of it isn't true
Then slowly, my temper begins to rise
And I want a gun to head to CST
To blast the heads off the pigs
Who dared befoul my beloved city
As my brain begins to calm just a bit
I realize it's not them I should go kill
The fault lies within after all
And dear Home ministers now get top bill
The word 'politics' is often an excuse
For the selfish powers to get away
But no more, no more, I scream
Our governance now needs a new way
And so I grit my teeth and sit back down
Trying to gather enough anger from around
To realize a bit of the dream that could be our city
Where if not anything else, peace will surround.
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