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We’ve stated concerns about the fears of violence in our halls, then waited silently as we burn. For some reason dress codes are stricter than our gun laws,
Safety. Does it even exist? High schools, middle schools, elementary's at risk. the gun in her bag went off but it was only a prequel three more kids 12-year-old girl shot four people.
Guns, Bombs, Air raids. I watch in awe as the laughtr fades. One dead body, Three more on their way. I wonder what their parents will say. You start to wonder,
I saw you last week Smiling and laughing We weren't the best of friends but we were friends
The bodies weren’t even cold When people safe distances away Made jokes about the dead. Their bodies are barely in the ground
Brazen youth facing the sun, we viewed the skies Azure blue temple spreads for miles from my eyes, forests and beaches and foreign lands, we build new fleet A city that never dies vibrating beneath our feet
Another teardrop. Another demand for change. Denouncing gun laws While mourning for dead children. Shock and sorrow have left me.
A school shooting so damn close to home I know everyone says it but You never expect it to happen so close to you. Always seems so far away when it's on the news Until it happens to you
What has become of the world a vortex of death and destruction. Is it too much to ask for people to respect others to respect their decisions to respect their religion to respect their views
These lives ended by Guns used irresponsibly Makes me really sick, truly.
Full to the ceiling Parents and children alike Some get sick Some get stuck Harvesting tobacco They were bought with guns Full to the ceiling Parents and children alike Some are rich
When was the last time a young girl wasn’t dress-coded or sexualized just because it was 85 degrees outside? When was the last time an immigrant earned enough money from one job to support their family?
Being born on US soil means your life has more value Hate special snowflakes, unless it’s Matthew One life is worth more than 80,000 so long as it’s Christian
America, we are under attackas guns burst in our classroomsthe federal government signs the Patriot Actbecause we are wil
every single human on this earth has a purpose. every person has a complex and complete thought process and emotional reservoir that is utilized on a daily basis. every person has a mother, father, some have sisters and brothers.
Each Night, I rub, I scrape and I fight. Each night I try to wash the pigment I cry as my skin begins to redden I can't take it off. All of a sudden I stop.
Again, I am here Again, I am at a loss Again, I haves questions Again, there's no answers Again, a stastic Again, lives equals numbers Again, the desensitation Again, the lack of underestanding
Don't turn your head keep looking at the horror of fallen victims littering our streets with continued allegiance to the NRA as millions hope and pray their lives won't be the next in line
Rainbows or Solids Experience or Knowledge Christian or Atheist No matter what, here he is. This is a child. This is someone's worthwhile. He is loved by someone,
Turn it off Turn off the news Turn off The hurt The hurt The hurt It's too much to take Too much to understand So it's better to just not see It's better to just Turn it off
My Father held a gun, and I did not feel safer It hurts to picture, its not fair that this Engrained in my brain Engrained in my brain. I was in the bathroom Running late
How do you tell a 5 year old someone's gone? How do you tell a 5 year old their best friend left? How do you tell a 5 year old a role model has disappeared? How do you tell a 5 year old a loved one is dead?
When you catch the black-eyed man’s black eyes on the station platform and don’t think anything of it, because his eyes are only two in many millions, maybe, or a thousand you’ve seen that day, only a little bit darker
I feel it in your voice I sense it in your stare I taste it in your tears, a battle fought for countless years
Where violence went wrong So I’m sitting in my room all alone
POW. One is dead. POW. Now two.
In Baltimore, We have lost 92 of our men What’s stopping me From being number 93 This poem is for number 43 Michael Mayfield ROTC student, And gifted baseball player, His arm,
Why Why must I be here I see that the end is near What What do I feel Nothing, I don't think I will heal Who Who wanted my heart to stop working
Inspired by Billy Collins It would be a lie to say I don’t have a habit of writing About every tragedy That is headlined on the evening news, A lie to say
As I stare him in the eye The nerve in my brain send a sensation to my right hand My finger twitched and.... Bang! A innocent life hit the ground like a ton of bricks
I'm speaking in simple rhyme so you can hear my messageToo many songs sung and rapped about the sex messageDrugs and love don't mix, don't you know that?
Mother died today, although we didn't know it.Missing,she went missing, and it wasn't until the next daythat her body was found.
Bang! Bang! Like the shot heard around the world Another life lost on the curb. Once more, an innocent life unfurled.
I see a young man sauntering down the block at a comfortable pace smile across his face... who doesn’t love a lazy Sunday? POP!--POP!--POP! …....... every one drops