We are,
the ones who take the bullet
the usual victims of hate
Hapless willingness to flee,
we are the popular bait
The ones who've rarely seen tranquil,
searching for safe places
as the sounds from the mighty gun
wipe the smiles from our faces
We are,
the ones who try to fit in
the ones who don't get to choose
the millions of silent masses,
speaking through the news
We are the growing damage
from the negligence and strife
as the eerie clock ticks away
the value of a human life
We are the civilians.
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