Red

Our blood is red, and it runs on the floors and the walls,

In the classrooms and halls. Of the places we send our children to be safe, and learn their ABC’s.

But they are not safe, and never will be.

In the land of the brave and home of the free. Stand up for the flag, you SOB

But I’d better be quiet, or you’ll be shooting at me.

Where dollars do the talking, more sad days of red will do the walking.