Jack and Jill grew up in the south, Where the words were splinters and rolled off chalk white mouths. The people would shout and throw hands in the air, With signs made at home, for anyone who cared.  Jack and Jill rode the bus to school, But had to stand up and were made to look like fools, When the girlies with pig tails wanted a seat, And the young girl and boy walked home in defeat.  Jack and Jill heard the sirens blaze, It wasn’t cops and robbers, it wasn’t a game. The policeman ran, with a shiny pointed gun And with two bangs the job was done.  Jack and Jill were just walking home, When their lives were changed from sad to gone. The policeman lost his shiny badge, While their mothers lost two things they’ll never get back.  Jack and Jill didn’t fly in vain, But sad enough, they’ll forget their names.The big orange man will have a peaceful slumber, To him the two children are just a number.  Jack and Jill will be brought up in stories, But nothing will change, we still will have worries. For Jack and Jill will be brought up in argument, But nothing will change in our fairytale government.