Thoughts and prayers,
Dead kids everywhere.
Thoughts and prayers
Fill the air.
God must want it.
Or doesn’t forbid it
Except in the Bible.
Brother Baal likes it.
Thoughts and prayers,
The pulse of despair.
The kids are pulped.
It can’t be helped
Say some fabulous leaders,
Remarkable seers.
Their view is fine
Inside their behinds.
Elected ghouls,
You play the fool
When money rules
And lying’s cool.
Thoughts and prayers,
Blasphemy with flair.
Why should they care?
Bodyguards glare.
Here they come, on the run,
Homicidal clowns.
See their thoughtful frowns.
Good evening, senator.
How was the wake?
Did the money tree shake?
You sure create value
I don’t need to tell you.
*****
Yo, kids, the truth is,
Don’t take this amiss,
You’re worth more dead than alive.
That’s no jive.
Baal’s at the club,
Drinking up the blood
Thoughts and prayers
Apparently can spare.