You stand there by the side
     white picket fence chemical grass miniature dog
and say, "what a great doctor or soldier"
     parading past in his suit or uniform
"and what a great job we did all of us working together"
     and what a great job you did
the parade continues past the houses while the families stand picture-posed in front
     and the outcast son sits in the basement
The sun shines upon the chosen people who feel good doing good
     the boy plans their deaths
ice cream in vanilla is the day's reward to pad the flabby and content bellies
     but when it is sprayed with red, the sun does not stop
the day is as before only short a few parasites
     the earth does not care
And everyone weeps "how could this tragedy happen?"
     they do not know
It is analyzed and prostituted in the media and they come to their answers
     they still do not know
"The boy was unbalanced chemicals chromosomes genes and killing animals"
     it was our fault
"Defective boys kill for reasons that normal people do not have"
     we killed them.