Waco, Boston, Newtown

Strung together nightmares on a string
Waco, Boston, Newtown has the ring
Of a cosmic glass so set on emptying
That all hope would collapse

But time goes on beneath our moving sun
And forward moves the hand for everyone
We are still here, we live, we are not done
This is no time for taps

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