And they bow their heads down low
No one knows which way to go
Many die but not near me
They contemplate, gesticulate, commiserate.
Wringing of their hands, firing of the gun
Bagpipes blare their sorrowful mourn
Amazing Grace played to the forlorn.
Church bells ring again, for whom the bell tolls
not yet for me, thank God not yet for me.
Guess I’ll go back to watching more TV.