Georgia on my mind.
Unschooled Shootings
As law abiding sits in trouble
An other
School shooting
A nation whys
The soul thing
That stops
A bad man
With a gun
More often then not
Is a body politic
Riddled with bull
Its quest for free dumb
Holy unschooled
In a republic free
Of violins
Played
Simp-ly as an overture
To amor of the same
Pining for something beyond
Thoughts and preyers
