Do Something by Britta Lee Shain

Blood on the wall

Blood on the floor

Blood on the ceiling

Blood on the door

Blood in the mirror

As each drop lands, you can be sure

You got Blood on your hands

It’s the guns, stupid

Not the mentally ill

Not the video games,

Not the lack of good will

Do Something. Do something!

Guns in the workplace

Guns in the schools

Ain’t got no safe space

With guns without rules

Guns at the wedding

Guns at the dance

And with each pop pop pop

You got blood on your hands

It’s the guns, stupid.

Not the mentally ill

Not the video games,

Not the lack of good will

Do Something. Do something!

Senators and Congressman, we’re talkin’ to you

Mr. President, YOU, too

Time has come today for you to try somethin’ new

A Politician is as a politician do …

Do Something. Do Something!

Dead on the sidewalk

Dead on the street

Dead at the Walmart

Dead where you eat

Dead in the theater

Dead at the fair

Every body bleeding out everywhere

Dead at the carnival

Dead in the stands

And with each new grave

You got blood on your hands

Do something. Do something. Do something. You got

blood, you got blood on your hands. Do something. You got

blood, you got blood on your hands. Do something!!!

© Britta Lee Shain 2019