I Miss the Days

I miss the days of calm
When my biggest worry
Was catching a sitcom
Now, the days are blurry

The gays got murdered
By a man who wasn't scared to go further
Because he was in disgust
Yet some people think he was just

The French were celebrating Bastille Day
And the violence couldn't be held at bay
At least eighty-four were killed
Making our blood go chilled

Blacks are being murdered left and right
Yet so are the police
Jesus, it's like a fucking blight
When will this violence cease?

For now, I will hold my breath
And pray to whoever will listen
And hope that there will be no more death
And all of us will be forgiven