The shallowness of a century
Is imbedded in your veins
The power to overlook pain is a mockery
Compulsion to deny the blood that rains
If I am the blood of a seed
The failure to endure has got to him
Remarks withhold the uncontrolled need
To blunder on the paths laid out for him
Gun in hand, anger in mind
The man will falter through
Nothing sustains his lack of view, blind
As the matter grows and kills our youth
Nothing in his soul breathes
Nothing lives and he is but one
Lingering behaviour and yet he sees
The victims that he had shun
Americanised ego, nothing new
Tasteless fear taints his life
Premade, pre-packaged and conceived to chew
It is but the way of the knife
He kills, blindly, bluntly
Nothing more than what prevails on this earth
Soon he will die as others have, so silently
And I will be grieving his birth….