The Sound of Music

Gunfire sings do-re-mi.

Peering past the barrel,

Death receives a bloody dowry.

Hi-hats tap out a ca-ca-ca-ca,

Gunshots echo the world.

Shy streets sing do-re-mi-fa.

Twenty, thirty, forty.

A theater, a temple, a tower.

Death receives a bloody dowry.

“Action!” sing our souls.

Orange hair, college campuses mute us.

Do-re-mi-fa-sol.

We see who we can’t be.

But more caskets appear by night.

Death receives a bloody dowry.

A cruel summer symphony,

Conducted by shootings.

Do-re-mi-fa-sol-la-ti.

Death is waiting for you and me.