NO MASS

I can't surrender when my hands are down

So I guess I won’t live to see the day

The world was handed over to a clown

Who pressed a button as we bent to pray.

What Deity prescribed this wicked path?

How many bodies will Dom leave behind?

What math comes after the next aftermath?

What Cave of Wonders does he hope to find?

This situation is a murky mess.

There isn’t any guidance from above.

I’ve given up on the U.S. Congress.

I can’t defend the country that I love.

The grass on both sides of the fence is brown.

So go ahead and take the bloody crown.