(For those heroic American children on their historic MARCH FOR LIFE)

In this Land of the Free and Brave
The god of the gun is on rampage again
Say, in the Land of the Brave
The god of the gun in on rampage again
A brainless rifle mows down a score souls
We’re thrown into panic, the customary pain

Columbine, Sandy Hook, Las Vegas
Corpses, more corpses, in all a rowdy row
Say, Columbine, Sandy Hook, Las Vegas
Corpses, corpses, and all the rowdy row
In these morbid orgies and their rivers of blood
Death marches on, with Madness in tow

In this strange jungle of shoot-and- go
The NRA* dons the scariest stripe
Yes, this strange jungle of shoot-and- go
The NRA dons the scariest stripe
It fuels the madness and bribes the base
And buys support from the Capitol Tribe

Blood all over in an innocent classroom
Blood on the field among the concert crowd
Ha gbaga!**, bold all over in an innocent classroom
Blood on the field among the concert crowd
The Riflemen saw the work of their fiery charge
Oh how so elated, how compellingly proud!

“Thoughts an’ prayers”, “Thoughts ‘n prayers”
Crocodile tears enough to float a ship to hell
Hun, “Thoughts ‘n prayers”, “Thoughts ‘n prayers”
Crocodile tears enough to float a ship to hell
A vain, inglorious Emperor, a fawning ruling clique
But the children are out, hitting, about to yell
* National Rifle Association, custodian and champion of America’s gun culture
**Alas!

March 24, 2018

Niyi Osundare

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