They each have a motive
An axe to grind.
Brothers with their backs up
Hate stacks up I find.
And the odds grow even
Worse in my eyes
When the grieving father
In the hearse grows deaf
to the cries of the kids
And their bids to halt
This badness.

They were innocent once.
Free from the madness
That would blight their minds.

Fall to the floor
They all fall to the floor.
One bullet brings another
And they fall to the floor.

A gun puts power
In the hands of the weak.
A self-styled hero
With an evil streak
Who is ready to right
the wrongs in his head.
But just like the others
He’ll wind up dead.

But the gun lives on
And round the cycle goes.
But when will it stop?
I think every mother knows.

Fall to the floor
They all fall to the floor.
One bullet brings another
And they fall to the floor.

Pete – 21 Apr 10