The Disease

It wasn’t the gun, that pulled the trigger

that laid to rest those poor souls

it was the person behind who lost his mind

its mental disease we need to fix the most

Its not the first, its not the fifth

its not the hundreth time it happened so

but its not the guns, its not the guns

every time we hear the chorus go

we can’t let them rob our guns you see

coz with guns we will let our freedoms go

how will we save us from government errant

if we don’t have our guns in hand

From second ammedment our rights do flow

and amendments can’t be amended bro

so we will arm the teachers, we will arm the kids

we will give guns to babies along with bibs

you are right to say its a disease

that really needs an urgent fix

but its not the one that the perp did have

its way more onerous and way more sad

its not one of body or of mind 

fixing those can be done in time

its a disease of a more nefarious kind

this one here is of the soul

We can’t see the facts in front of us

dead bodies of children don’t matter much

our heels are dug, because of opinions we hold

that were fed to us, that we we were told

our identities are intertwined with our opinions 

and our opinions entangled with our egos

so no matter the facts, no matter the costs

we can’t, we can’t, we can’t let go

how can we see the stony look of a dead child

with a bullet wound thats half his size

and not be moved enough to make a change

so more of our children won’t face the same?

how can we sell an AR to an 18 yrs old

with hundred bullets and may be more

why won’t we ask why he needed that gun

that many bullets were just for fun?

he was someone’s problem not ours you see

why would we intrude in his privacy

he paid good money and that was enough

for sponsoring the racket thats become of us

they pay homage to the Gods of profit theylove

and give talking points that we swallow up

we regurgitate the same when push comes to shove

and change can’t be made, coz we aren’t enough

our society’s religion, purpose you see 

is profits we drive in the name of economy 

in that same name we sell cigarettes & drugs

and hook our kids to online apps that hurt 

oh gods of profit keep smiling on us

we will even instigate wars all over the world 

we will exploit the heavens and exploit the earth

kill animals, trees more efficiently to make a buck

when a father picks up pieces of his dead child

her daughter’s body a mother identifies

its all seems to us a fair sacrifice

at the feet of profit gods up high

we are stoned out on this maddening drug

we just can’t see whats in front of us

the disease we have is not of body or mind

THE DISEASE WE HAVE IS A ROTTEN SOUL