What A Waste

 

Beautiful, young, future’s many and strong

Possible artists, doctors, inventors, and heroes

We’ll never know what they may have accomplished

We’ll never know the good they may have done

If they’d succeed in life, even if they’d make our lives different

All because they died going to the movies, going to church, to a concert

And maybe worst of all because they were bettering themselves in school

We light candles, and pray, and say what a shame it is

We hear of heroes that shielded others through tears of pain

Then we go on with our day

What can we do, what can we say?

Memorials and flowers and teddy bears, remembrances, until it rains

And in November we’ll vote again without remembering their names