Herbert Nehrlich - The Massacre

The rotten scoundrel, commie bastard
green card and all the right to stay.
On tranquillizers fully plastered
a mental misfit, maybe gay.

The system did respond at last
cops flooded soon the killing scene.
Harsh questions on their recent past
what had they heard, what had they seen?

Weeks drifted through the news like haze
a frenzy if you get my drift.
when, like a plague, returned the days
that gave the school a needed lift.

A crazy bastard, Alien queer,
let's shoot the lot up on Boot Hill.
may I remind you though, my dear
some medicines will make you kill.

Herbert Nehrlich

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