By Del "Abe" Jones
April 21, 1999
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(The Columbine Massacre)
Fourteen more young wasted lives
And one teacher who gave all
And once more the questions
Why, no one heard the call.
Why, two young minds and hearts
Were filled with so much hate
Why, they took it on themselves
To seal, all those others fate.
There is no answer, that makes sense
No way to sort it out
And we should all, ask just what
We, really are about.
Why, the future is no more
For all of those young souls
Why, no more hopes and dreams
No chance to reach their goals.
Why, with all our expertise
And, our technology
Why, we can't stop the madness
In our "great" (?) society.
There is no answer, that makes sense
No way to sort it out
And we should all, ask just what
We, really are about.
Why, our children can get guns
Make bombs to kill and maim
Why, parents think, "No, not mine!
(Don't play, that deadly game.)
Why, we say every time
"It shouldn't happen here!"
Why, we don't take it serious
And shudder with fear.
There is no answer, that makes sense
No way to sort it out
And we should all, ask just what
We, really are about.