With a wail it begins, and a tear it ends.Fear and loathing, children in rags for clothing.
Screaming help, voices climbing fm radios on a shelf.
Sprinting crews, skiing information for your news.
Repeating he call, who had died, and where did thy fall.
On occasion hates traffic once ran, now gridlocked by evils grin.
Exhausted, our sprint slows to a crawl, as hurt echoes from educations halls.
From children’s chambers, office corridors and the malls, the pain on us falls.
No more we pray, all are struggling with this day.
Enough, is the shout, as another call presents another news route.
With a wail it begins, and a tear it ends.