There's always more.

The news a constant bleed.

A massacre announced, then war declared in haste

The ground already stained with fresh bloodshed

Is any of this ever truly justifiable?

The sickening arc of high-pitching grenades tearing through our air

Is the very heart of our country safe or is this a fragile claim?

The phones are ringing

The voices are raw, clawing for answers rooted in the constitution's name.

We cannot turn away from this unfolding stain now

Not when the weight of lives demand we stand our ground