The guns keep piling up, their steel cold and black,
Their owners can't fathom why we live in fear.
Our cries for change keep hitting a wall of lack.
Politicians stand by, unphased and unstacked,
Ignoring the mounting loss and needless tears.
The guns keep piling up, their steel cold and black.
But metal cannot care, it can't fight back,
It doesn't have a heart, a conscience clear.
Our cries for change keep hitting a wall of lack.
We need a force to break, a needle to hack,
Till the NRA beast loses its ugly sneer.
The guns keep piling up, their steel cold and black.
We need each voice to count, each loved one to track,
Till they can no longer hide behind a gun's fierce leer.
Our cries for change keep hitting a wall of lack.
Let's give life a chance, fill the world with love's knack,
Till it's a place where violence can't appear.
The guns keep piling up, their steel cold and black.
Our cries for change keep hitting a wall of lack.
©jamielong
J