Half-Mast

All of those goaded kids
They were all unknown
They unloaded
Mags into the saggin' pants
Blasting people who call them fags, though
All because that asshole
Who bullied had a dad who hassled
His brother every other day
Smothering his mother with the utter of another name
Leather with a metal frame
Until the dad nurtured
Or rather had the nerve to virtually murder
His kids and his wife’s
Ultimate self-esteem and respect for life
With all of the words that the dad brought
Down to the household
And every swat upon the head
Would give the kid motive
To beat up on all the kids until they’re broken
Oh, nevertheless
He’ll grab hold
Of all the hate from his dad’s old bad soul
Last call for the commemoration
The nation places half-mast on the flagpole