Thoughts And Prayers

Thoughts And Prayers 

I'm sick and tired

Tired and sick

'Thoughts and prayers'

They really do stick,

Like gum on a wall

Or bullets in a chamber,

That can rip through flesh,

 So this is the new danger?

'Thoughts and prayers'

Are really just that,

For if you don't ACT,

Then what good is that?

Prayers  for the masses,

While they're murdered at mass,

Thoughts for the kids,

While they're murdered in class.

I'm tired and sick

Sick and tired

Of reading about shootings

And I'm really just mired.

Mired in the violence,

Dumbstruck by the silence

Of our people to act

What good is that? 

But, now's not the time to sing this ryhme.

Perhaps I should harken back to a more peaceful time?

A time when we weren't sick and tired, tired and sick,

Sick of the violence,

Tired of it. 

Tired of violence,

It's really just sick. 

Can America stop it, or are we obsessed with it?