Terror

The sons and daughters of America

Not safe at their school desks

How do you tell them?

A bullet strikes and pierces

Little ones whose flesh

Undeveloped 

Has no strength to survive 

Little ones target practice 

For weak minded terrorists

American born madness

Brown skin unsafe

Under crazed, self hating gaze

We all wonder why

Our children are attacked

Because these men with guns

Have no stamina for real war.

They weakly target the most innocent 

Thinking themselves heroes

But instead pariahs of society

Not fit for humanity

Deserving of a pit deep and dark

To fester their soulless carcasses 

That think children the enemy.