When the Facebook bell starts ringing
To tell of more lives taken
By men with names that are not like ours
You always say the same thing.
You say it every time,
That they are monsters and
Inhuman and cannot
For they are not like us
No brother, not at all.
But I say, brother, you’re a liar
And maybe sister, you forgot
The things we used to say in high school
The songs we sang when we were young.
A little too in love with easeful death.
And I say how fortunate were we
And the heretics we hated
And the infidels we feared
And I say thank Christ He made it clear
Which end of the gun we are to stand on.