I’m tired of mourning for strangers
Not keen on grieving my friends
Can we please stop with the sacrifices
So violence no longer trends
The flags that hang at half-mast
Are symbols of our shame
That we gave complacent permission
For murders to happen again and again
Though we take to the streets with our horror out loud
The lords of our lands style burial shrouds
Arming themselves with thoughts and prayers
Rejecting the corpses by forgetting they’re there