Parkland Power
This school needs protection and love and direction.
It’s hard to imagine such disconnection.
We’ve been here before, before, and before.
They’ve tried to ignore, ignore, ignore.
Parkland Power, this is your hour.
To conjure your courage and silence gun powder.
Who carries the burden of the rights we protect?
It’s the sophomore student with her whole life ahead.
Parkland Power, this is your hour.
To bury your friends and your sons and your daughters.
To fight for the dead, to carry their honor.
To speak the truth that POTUS must ponder.
Cuz you're gaining the ground we lost in Sandy Hook.
Your naming the names, all the lives that they took.
Those kids were so young, could barely read books.
Ya Parkland Power, this is your hour.
Your blood-stained sneakers can storm the white towers.
Kick down some doors and chase down the man,
Who hides from the stats with his head in the sand.
He’s bending over backwards for re-election,
trading your futures for his own protection.
Weighing the balance of your peace and solace,
with a name in gold letters on a wood-paneled office.
I said Parkland Power, this is your hour.
Cuz I’m so freaking angry, I could talk for hours.
I’m so sick and sad, heartbroken and mad,
this crap ain’t over, it just keeps coming back.
Their excuses and posturing, lobbyists lobbying,
Dirty dollar bills and congressional policy.
But our founding fathers are shaking their heads.
While Florida fathers are burying their dead.
Yes, Parkland Power, this is your hour.
Ya your voice is growing, louder and louder.
The concrete is wet and this story ain’t over.
All day coverage from Anderson Cooper.
The moment is now, CNN is hooked.
The country is watching, the goose is cooked.
Parkland power, this is your hour.
To fight for your freedom from bullets of cowards.
