(After the Borderline bar shooting in Thousand Oaks—my hometown.
For Ron and the other eleven.)
The words of wisdom and love,
Have slipped from my lips.
For all of my friends up above,
I'm all in, every chip.
I knew so many of you,
But I left, for something "better".
Now I wish I could help us through,
The pain we all share; this endeavor.
It's so hard to make words flow,
For I called this place my home.
Two decades, it was a place to grow.
The second safest city to roam.
America, the states of freedom,
Why is there so much agony?
I hear the beats of the drum,
Giving hope to all the casualties.
God, just make it stop!
If you're real, give us a sign!
If you're not, then just drop,
Because this is not fine.
Thousand Oaks was pure,
Just like every other US state.
Death is not a cure,
For us living, we're all at stake.
All of you reading this,
I don't say it enough,
I love you and I miss,
You; now it's time to be tough.
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Pain Reconciled by Love
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