In shock we stared as the young man bled,
No sign of justice, no mercy had.
The music still played from the juke-box,
An upbeat tune.
The people were drunk, but their minds were in tune.
What ails this world that a man should die
Confused, but too aware of the time?
How many tears must fall on the sacred ground
Before life is given purpose,
More than the sound
Of a gunshot ringing into the sky
And fate should have it
That honest men die?
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