They call it a catastrophe,
But to me, it’s a bitter-sweet blaspheme
Something to show man has the power,
Devastation at its finest hour.
With the most insane of drives,
People took people’s lives.
Was it someone’s cry for attention?
Or was murder and chaos their intention?
From the lowest of lows, this is vile.
To the laws of this place, it is denial.
A childish and self-righteous stunt,
“I’m special, I can do what I want.”
Whoever did this had better run,
Behind closed doors are the owners of a loaded gun.
You better hide, coward like an insect in a crack,
I warn you, karma will get you back!