"Our thoughts and prayers are with you," say the living to the dead 

But no one acts to prevent those souls from laying down their head

"I can't live without my precious gun! It brings me too much joy!"

They say while a crying mother buries her one and only boy 

"Our thought and prayers are with you," they say while no action is ever done

Why can a thought or prayer do to stop the consequences of a gun?

Paris, Orlando, Sandy Hook too

It all seems so far away until the bullet is coming to you

"Our thoughts and prayers are with you," they type into the keyboard on their phone

While another corpse is buried beside a dark, grey tombstone

Do the pros outweigh the cons when buying that brand new rifle?

While thousands gather to cry around the suddenly weepy Eiffle

"Our thoughts and prayers are with you," they proclaim as they did the previous week

But no one cares, no one tries to achieve the peace people seek

Is a gun really worth all the deaths and tears?

It strikes your family, your friends, your teachers, your peers

Take your thought and take your prayer to do something for this Earth

And think about what that gun is really, truly worth