Gun Smoke

He was home alone watching network ABC
Saw the catastrophic killing of twenty-three
And violent videos made chasing life a game
Creating stress and an upset mind to blame
He chose a day when the time was just right
Assaulting those who laughed at his plight
His schoolmates left for dead in a bullet fest
First responders called to his gun smoke quest

It’s illegal to invite
A gun out of sight
Students always fear
Packing is too near
Teachers holding aces
Throw bullets at faces
And pressure to be first
Can bring a system’s curse

Detectives looked for all that they could find
Asking his teachers about his missing mind
They said he asked questions from A to Z
And was very obsessed with the birds and bees
He marveled early on about the race for first
Why they wanted him well-read and so versed
Then applying his math as a young prodigy
He executed a school grounds gun smoke spree

It’s illegal to invite
A gun out of sight
Students always fear
Packing is too near
Teachers holding aces
Throw bullets at faces
And pressure to be first
Can bring a system’s curse

It was his stake
In the game’s kitty
Close to his chest
Thinking he’s witty
Claims he made
Holding off clowns
It was time to give up
Lay his weapon down

Starved for attention since early childhood
He wanted to impress all that he could
Failing tests and his anger borne inside
His way to cope an attack on their school pride
Civil rights, rock shots, and music’s pain
A brief claim to fame in his Hollywood game
Then continual violence that we must view
Are bloodbaths on the daily gun smoke news

It’s illegal to invite
A gun out of sight
Students always fear
Packing is too near
Teachers holding aces
Throw bullets at faces
And pressure to be first
Can bring a system’s curse
And pressure to be first
Can bring a premature hearse

Tom O. Williams–guitar,music,lyrics,vocals

Recorded on my Alcatel idol 4S smartphone 05/25/18

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