killer

A day of celebration
A day of childish fun
A day to cheer the nation
To sing and shout and run
Yet there they moved amongst us
Not hiding from the sun
And no one dared make a fuss
As each pulled out his gun
Then shots were fired, people fell
The first a simple nun
The crowd now all shriek and yell
Call forth the shooters mum
She seizes each by an ear
That strikes the killers dumb
Shouts that everyone can hear
"Just wait till you get home."

;o)