Gun Control
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It was a normal wednesday
or so I thought
as I sat in my social studies class
daydreaming
a whisper passed across the class
"don't tell, but"
a gun
concealed in a backpack
in a school
Nowadays,
holding the door
for a stranger
could be the difference
between a normal day
and a mass shooting.
Sad, isn't it?
Nowadays,
holding the door
for a stranger
could be the difference
between a normal day
and a mass shooting.
Sad, isn't it?
it's all over the news,
every day and every night,
they show people injured and hurt,
they show victims and suspects,
all because of a couple of rounds of amo,
All the kids who died,
for their wounded friends and safety at risk they cried,
the future that they were deprived,
all the times the shooter said he or she was fine they really lied,
The bullet flies through the air
I hold my breath
I’m to young for death
but the bullet doesn’t care it’ll hit someone so young
The bullet flies through the air
I hold my breath
I’m to young for death
but the bullet doesn’t care it’ll hit someone so young
"Young souls are being wiped away
As if they were grime in the sink
By good men with good guns
And the good news refuses
To acknowledge a problem
That is corrupting our youth
And my innocence
Now it’s 20-20. Hip, hip, hip hooray
Let’s start the New Year smiling and have a happy day
6 weeks later Valentines’ and although a bit cliché
Lots of bright red roses, in some rather big bouquets
Mine’s a gun-based culture and shooting is my thing
To my local firing range, guns and bullets I will bring
I fire handsome weapons at the targets one by one
Exquisite is the harmony of bullet, man and gun
A few weeks ago, I walked into my room after taking a shower as usual. But not as usual I was scared. Why? You might ask?
I hear voices, you hear them too, we all hear them
They cry the voices, they cry tears of fear
I hear voices, you hear them too, we all hear them
They cry the voices, they cry tears of fear
they squeeze the fiberglass grip,
head down,
arms at side.
one hand,
situates a fist.
the other,
houses a Glock,
Dawn breaks
And the Hudson is clear
Two colonels, two pistols
And two hearts beat with fear
Despite this fact,
There four kids sitting on the blockLiving life so fast they took just to watch Knowing every single day is a day they could get knocked
By some wayward hooligan driving up with a Glock
Because their was a gun
Our black Americans are dying
Left and right everyday of the month
Just because he looks like your suspect
doesn't mean he was Making an arrest
off of suspension no proof
Kindergarten classrooms have fun little rhymes everywhere.
Some help with spelling, others rules, still others hold the instructions for an active shooter. Elementary school kids know their multiplication tables
The gun fires, teachers scream
Kids are falling
The alarm is sounding
One by one they all drop down, not wanting to be the one who gets found
A single shot
The thing is when a gun is fired it’s bullets always hit something. They never miss their intended mark even if the shooter didn’t intend it.
What will it take?
Your babygirl being shot?
Your son being gunned down?
Fathers have already lost their children,
Their babies,
Gunned down in cold blood
Why?
All for What?
Gun violence is nothing new in my neighbor,
people shooting left and right and I'm hoping one of those bullets don't hit mine,
shaking my head everytime I go on social media and see someone dying from gun violence,
Gun violence is nothing new in my neighbor,
people shooting left and right and I'm hoping one of those bullets don't hit mine,
shaking my head everytime I go on social media and see someone dying from gun violence,
Life is a dream. A dream we dream to happen. A dream we hope to become a dream to remember. A dream what will be an experience to never forget and say, We llived a dream. By Irina Peridaki
My shaky hands can show you I'm not used to the formality But as I find myself growing more out of my comfort zone I think I finally found a way to call it a normality I'm not afraid to see the scriptures, imagery, and pictures I've engraved into
Never thought that this could happenThat we will be discussing the valor of LifeReal America is known as Free placeBy America, we see Freedom, we see HopeLife is something who everyone has the right t
bang
says the thunder
but that is not what I hear
for I cannot hear
I have lost my ability to hear.
why can I not hear?
I aspire to survive the crowded halls in school
Filled with fear as a I trudge around silent as a ghoul.
For the fear of a gun wielding maniac inspires me,
Ever since Parkland.
12 months ago, 1,200 kids, 1,200 stories.
One thousand two hundred children shot.
Anxiety fills me as I remember the glimmer coming off the gun,
I remember people telling it'll be alright hun,
but they don't know,
they don't know the struggle of having to live with that
Anxiety fills me as I remember the glimmer coming off the gun,
I remember people telling it'll be alright hun,
but they don't know,
they don't know the struggle of having to live with that
1 2 3
Think, Load, Rethink, Unload, Rethink, Load
He fears those not painted with darkness
Burning us with words that fall from their weaponized lips
Think, Load, Rethink, Unload, Rethink, Load
the music beating loud
everyone dancing along
then soon everything getting to wild
when they heard the sound of the gun they knew something was wrong
bodies everywhere
more than most people can bare
BANG!!
We look
BANG BANG BANG
We freak out
Teacher says "Be still, Be quite"
The handle jiggles
BANG BANG BANG
We die
This is reality
This is America
It NEEDS to end
BANG!!
We look
BANG BANG BANG
We freak out
Teacher says "Be still, Be quite"
The handle jiggles
BANG BANG BANG
We die
This is reality
This is America
It NEEDS to end
Doors shut.
Lights off.
Don't make contact.
Don't make sound.
Don ́t scream when you hear it go off.
The light flickers red.
To call it unexpected is an overstatement
I was so full of hope, with the sparkling twinkle in my eyes representing optimism
Then, everything changed and the world turned black and white
BOOM!!
BOOM!!!
BOOM!!!!
Why is the human race violent?
Is not its mother nature, full of peace and tranquility?
Can there ever be peace?
Many believe their is hope for mankind.
El Paso:
August 3rd, 2019
Walmart
22 dead
24 wounded
the shooter wanted chaos
wanted fear
at age 13 are you able to understand the concept of the loss of love?
or even the age of 16?
at age 17 is it any better?
Can you understand why the world has lost so much love
that they take the ones you love?
I wouldn’t be surprisedIf I ever diedDue to arms belonging to my own kind
But I know before I dieOnce I pray the pain subsidesI’ll have everything on my mind
all i can hear anymore is
the soft hammering of
heartbeats like footprints in the snow,
and the claxon
is pouding through my temples.
i wish i could think of something.
Billy laughed and played,
Having fun with the other kids.
I asked why they were happy.
They didn’t understand.
Justin was on the swings.
Children walking the halls
Lovers kissing in the stairwell
Friends sharing a joke between classes
Tired students scrambling
Half-finished homework in their hands
when people speak out about gun violence they don't tend to hid in silence they protest,
not everyone does but those who do want what's best,
some of them with the guns think they are giants and we are a small pest,
The children of today
never live past tomorrow,
Their classrooms have become war zones
Fire drills turning into a friendly fire
Hate speech spewed from a man who’s job
In pristine marble structures
that remind him of home
The mighty Titan sits
with other mighty men
They speak of weapons
They speak of guns
He holds his sickle
With each bullet I take
I wonder how many lives I save.
Laying on the cold ground
I feel no warmth, hear no sound.
It wasn't bravery, nor anger
just fear for every stranger.
I went to a new school
When I was six years old
One day our teacher got a call
Hide. Is what we were told
Kids went under desks and into closets
Hide anywhere you can!
Two years ago.
Two years ago, I was giggling and laughing with my friends on Valentines Day,
Sharing chocolate
Joy
Happiness.
That evening, two years ago,
Tears fall from my eyes
Two years ago.
Two years ago, I was giggling and laughing with my friends on Valentines Day,
Sharing chocolate
Joy
Happiness.
That evening, two years ago,
Tears fall from my eyes
A day that most people would know to be a romantic holiday where you spend it with your loved ones
My city was a gem.
An Egypt in the Chihuahuan Desert-
A friendly place that never condemns-
Is now forever on alert.
A flower in the bitter sand,
We thrive in a world where even the insects kneel.
24 hours, 1440 minutes, 86400 seconds, 32 dead, 2 cities, 2 men, 2 guns.
One day in America. The normal for millions.
Glazed over looks staring at the news on the TV.
Two words
GUN VIOLENCE
Have you heard of it before?
Something made so natural
We’re afraid to open our doors
Can’t enjoy a day on the porch
oh sweet child;
you don't deserve this
to see the cold, hard metal pointed at you
to see your friends taken away in a black bag
to not have time enough for your hot tears to dry on your cheeks
When you are stuck in place,
frozen
in time and space,
playing words on an endless loop
like a broken
record
Placed into the hands of a hateful killer
I am but a good servant with a bad master
I long to be in the hands of another,
Protective father, outdoors boy, freedom fighter
I am not built to be a murderer
Baby, I love you
“Baby, I love you,” a phrase I hardly ever heard,
I mean I came out of your womb ma, do you even love me anymore?
My bullets don't crave blood
My trigger doesn't trigger on its own
I don't pick my target
Not the criminal to be blamed
For the murderous deck of cards to be played
The eerie soul that finds me
"Pop pop pop!"
Something a little girl hears
Mind so child like she looks out the window to see the firework show
Instead she's a man
Flashes of lights that weren't so nice
You fight for your right to guns with all your might
Not just any guns
But military grade guns that take the lives of
Innocent children and teens and teachers alike
How many more newscasts before we decide it's enough?
How many more broken parents and friends before we choose to make a change?
How many more children need to die before anyone can say goodbye?
Crack, boom, pop
The news ricochets around the room like a bullet
It explodes in our ears
Crack, boom, pop
Right near the playground
The report says
Its 2019
And my fear has become a reality
I can bearly walk down the street
I can bearly breath
Without people on the news
Shooting there shot on me and you
It's nothing new
Little brown feet, soft and smooth,
clean, new,
Babies each day open big brown eyes,
Learn to laugh,
smile,
play,
jump,
dance.
They walk down the crowded street,
Day in and day out.
Through the halls and down coridors.
He walks with vegance.
Little could see nor understand.
Sirens scream as hallways drip.
Thankful to no longer be a target.
Eyes close in the ER.
Your laws ignore our deepest needs your words are empty air you have stripped away our heritage you have outlawed simple prayer now gun shots fill our classrooms and precious children die.
America gave it to him
America gave him life
American mom
American dad
Made an american son
A love existent
America gave it to him
America gave him life
American mom
American dad
Made an american son
A love existent
Five.
Disneyland, princesses, and stuffed animals.
Ten.
Elementary school, firends, and drama.
13?
High school. Sports teams. Classes.
15?
Fear... Judgement... Silence...
17...
The land of the free
Home of the brave
America
Where children run and hide
From the ricocheting bullets
Clinging to their friends
Protecting those they love
Today, May seventh my friend heard gunshots
He saw blood on the ground
Two shooters
Brought a kid unto their end.
He knew them by name
One was a friend
Shot eight more.
I wanted it to end
The mind destructing medal
had been spread across the world
seas of blood have been spilled
almost every bond broken.
I hate to see that only a few have spoken
I wanted it to end
The mind destructing medal
had been spread across the world
seas of blood have been spilled
almost every bond broken.
I hate to see that only a few have spoken
NewtownColumbineParklandOrlandoLas VegasSan BernardinoAnd too many moreThis isn't how I should learn my geography
the clock is ticking
and i am very afraid
afraid to live
in a world where i probably won't see my old age
the clock is ticking
and i am very afraid
afraid to live
in a world where i probably won't see my old age
Most peoples realization that they aren't kids
Comes when they realize how old their favorite thing is
Or when they hit an important achievement
Most peoples realization that they aren't kids
Comes when they realize how old their favorite thing is
Or when they hit an important achievement
she who has the pussy makes the cashshe who makes the cash holds the gun. she who holds the gun pulls the trigger. she who pulled the trigger had to run. and she keeps on runnin...
Ten years old
I'm still a kid
At 7 it was cartoons
At 8 it was school
At 9 it was music
At 10 it was library
At 11 it was arts and crafts
At 12 it was lunch
At 1 it was silence
Load it up, click, clack, bang.DangWhat a shameTo the name, AmericaUnited States of America? The divided states of embarrassment.
Can it happen here?
Brutality and inhumanity
Packaged as isolated tragedy
Rooted in insanity
Caused not by guns but by mental incompatibility
With idealistic libertarian reality.
Boom Boom Boom
They fire
They fire until they're tired
They fire till the pains gone
They fire until they have a grin from ear to ear
They just fire
They're not aiming at one person
Why do they keep doing this to me?
Don't they know I'm F'ed up on several meds?
That I'm emotionally unstable?
A Safer Place
By Carley Lovito
I dream about a safer place
Where we can go to stay
I dream about a place where I can raise my kids one day
You pulled the trigger
You pulled the trigger once but he still moved
You pulled the trigger again as his body convulsed with no restraint
You pulled the trigger as his eyes stared blankly up at you
Hands raised in a manilla classroom
Walls plain, littered with 20th-century posters
Faces unamused, drifting into unconsciousness
I am of the youth
One with such a small voice
But though I cannot cast a ballot
I can still scream, and think like any other
I still have the right to make my own decisions
All I could see,was a fine silverit was so quick,but my heart was even faster,for this silverit could not outrunme in this raceBut, sadly I couldnot replace me for youas my regret
Hands holding this gun,
are unknown the person who stood before you is now gone,
pull the trigger,
defeat the unknown figure,
blood spills,
shooter fleas,
dont fight just be.
Feeling unattractive according to the misled masses?
To help you feel completely worthless mutilate the surface.
Want to kill for protection or the thrill?
Summer’s here and the Sun’s Glare
Brings little children—aliens—
With tinted vision to live in a
Body [of water] that is not their home. They see reaching arms
Numb
your limb falling asleep
Detaching itself from your body
a heavy stone to lift
Numb
Your tongue deprived of the power of sensation
Living in a world so cold. Hearing the truth even if you didn't want to be told. Watching day after day as your life unfold. Hatred consumes this world like bread covered in mold. I grow tired of these things you know it's getting old.
Kindergarten Checklist
First day of school looms around the corner.
Children excited to branch on into a new stage of life.
But are they prepared.
Crayons? Check.
Backpack? Check.
As hearts are shot up and hearts are broken
the prayers roll in, praying to a token
god designed and aligned with men’s image
Years from now
say 2034
I stand around
wanting nothing more
than to be where i am
a place so grand
everything according to
a careful plan
The walls are soft
One of today’s biggest controversial issues
Has got parents and children running out of tissues.
Oh how I wail at wrong done upon me For the same people who I am meant to protect killed me Even with my gun between my arms I didn’t shoot all for the love I have for them Tell my father’s land the gruesomeness of their act upon his dying sonFo
Take the Guns Away!!
Children’s lives are at the hands of a killer.
Screaming for help. Our children are screaming for help.
Take the guns away!!
Why fight a bullet that’s gone astray?
Take the Guns Away!!
Children’s lives are at the hands of a killer.
Screaming for help. Our children are screaming for help.
Take the guns away!!
Why fight a bullet that’s gone astray?
Please put the gun down
I'm begging you
Unload the bullets from that nuisance
Place it down
And I'll hold you
This can't be the way you go out
Please put the gun down
I'm begging you
Unload the bullets from that nuisance
Place it down
And I'll hold you
This can't be the way you go out
I am a member
Of a generation
Who knows what it’s like to fear
A bang in the hallway.
I am a member
Of a generation
I am a member
Of a generation
Who knows what it’s like to fear
A bang in the hallway.
I am a member
Of a generation
They never asked to die
They were too young
They should be playing under the sun
Not laying six feet under
Now they’re flying
Bullets are flying
And people are dying.
Mothers are crying
While their angels are flying.
Shots fired.
I repeat,
After The Thunder
Can you imagine the snow that falls so muffled and weak
Is begging for rest from your horrible stomping feet?
That as you dance and run and take pictures
Everyday i live in fear that school will no longer be school
Instead it will be a warzone, a one sided war
People running like their life depends on it
Because it does.
Witnessing so many mass shootings
So much hate that is polluting
So many lives we are losing
This world keeps getting confusing
You then get used to it
Everyday, it's a new place with the same story
Pray for here, my heart breaks for there
People taking action in comment sections
Not at polls
Everyday, they cry for justice
Tears
Don’t hold it back, just it it go.
Don’t keep it in, just let it flow.
Like two tiny streams going down your cheek.
I was shy.
Never spoke out of turn
never took a step more than I could
always seeking acceptance.
I kept my opinions to myself,
all my ideals, my opinions, my beliefs
they were mine and mine alone.
Guns Gone Wild
The sound of not so distant gunfire rings in my ears
I’ve been hearing these sounds for years
But they don't seem to quit
It’s a little past midnight and something doesn’t feel quite right…
I’m sitting in bed, with crazy thoughts in my head, trying to understand why it’s so hard for Negros to get ahead.
Running out of classes
Running into memory
The masses need a remedy
How can we not if their shoes may fit our feet?
The bright lights were stolen from their hearts, leaving gloomy nights.
How many times,
Do we have to die?
How many times,
Does our blood have to fall?
How many times,
Will mothers bury their children?
We're the generation with bodybags
We're the generation with hashtags
We're the ones marching
We're the ones trying
We don't want your prayers
We're tired of scares
We're with Parkland
Guns.
They have become the sleepless immortals in our country.
The instrument leading to too much blood spilt.
The goodbye 17 students never got to say.
I walk into school
Just an ordinary day
Thats when I see him
On the ground I lay
He screams to “Not Move”
I stand paralyzed in fear
A gunshot goes off behind me
Pick up your guns, lad
And right how they've wronged you
For they taught you fear, and that violence will fix it
Pick up your guns, lad
And take away your pains
15
No one cares
Video games did it
Thoughts and Prayers
33
No one cares
Mental illness
Thoughts and Prayers
27
No one cares
Not the guns
We all stand by
As chaos erupts before us
We all stand by
As the innocent are trampled
by the weapons of evil
We all stand by
As people become afraid
Of everyday life
Gay
Straight
Black
White
Man
Woman
Jewish
Muslim
Elder
Child
Injustice is everywhere
Sylvan Simon, Pittsburgh
Hannah Ahlers, Las Vegas
“When a school bell rings!”
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!
There goes the bell for the first period of my high school monotony
Yet, with each shattering clang of metal, my heart beats faster
In a public school, the safest place of all, right?
wrong. Why don’t we hear about it months later, after tragedy we slowly take away the light
Why does it take until tragedy to make change?
Piece for the walkout
In all this damnass cold
You and I create,
Bicker, conclude, articulate.
In all this damnass cold
For the victims,
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry because your country has failed you,
as it has failed countless others before you,
and unless we make changes
Goodnight
Young Innocence
School is safe
Home is to blame
The bad friends start talking
The streets start talking
Finally the gun starts talking
Crime joins the conversation
They’re just like me.
That could be me.
Las Vegas. Parkland.
Another shooting spree.
A day in the life,
More death in the news.
No! I will not attach a silencer on to my firearm
I want my target to hear the ruffling sounds of the bullet as it approaches them.
Since we’ve been born
We’ve heard the pratatattat of the gun
The media shows the horrid acts
Congress endlessly debates and never acts
Students crouch in corners
"Darling"
My daddy once told me
"Guns may scare people
Guns may be deadly
but we have the right to own a gun
and those who say otherwise
don't understand why. . .
The only times my theater class is ever quiet is during lockdowns.
BANG.
Then silence.
turn a blind eye
to the ignorance
to the violence
but no one seems
to hear our screams
for change
Gun Control
No longer controlled by a gun
I was calling myself a feminist by the time I was six
So it’s no surprise that I’ve always been up to date on politics
I can’t help but be angry at the government
Parkland happened when I was seventeen
I am young- too young to remember
When a man takes a gun to an elementary school named Sandy Hook
I am 16-the night before the Tony's- when a gay Latino club in Orlando finds 49 people dead instead of dancing
I remember the nightmare–
No, the February afternoon–
When the garden shifted for what we dream could be the last time
It was impossible to watch such a disgusting tragedy
But our eyes were clawed open
“There’s a walkout” was whispered, planned, carried out.
At ten a.m. some filed out, avoided the stares and glares and skeptical looks.
We met in the quad, we shared our thoughts, acknowledged that prayers just weren’t enough.
The doors were never locked Always open
The children never scared
Always feeling safe and never out of place
We need to have control.
Not control on how we’re taught or what we wear,
but on the weapons put on display to be seen everywhere.
The day the earth stood still
red splattered the walls
as lifeless bodies filled the halls
all it took was one
one with hatred in his heart
for all of them to fall
down with the shells that spewed off
Doe eyed
That’s how they describe her
Hazel
Now they are wide with fear
He tenses
His muscles once flaunted
The murderer killed my family
It was not just the gun
Blames knives for stabbings
And rapes on a penises
Bad people do bad things
Can’t take that away
The black market is fruitful
I say I don’t see color, I have no bias
I swear it’s true, no one believes me for
I am there, then the children fall to the ground.
I don’t know how I feel about gunsBut I know exactly how I feltSitting behind the PA system to get my volunteer hours inWaiting for the auction to finish and the band to playAnd offered a rifle as a prize. I don’t know how I feel about guns,But t
The children of the future are dying
Yet not one of our leaders are trying
Is it such a crime to put out gun laws
You rather not admit about the country’s flaws
Do you see the children dying
I sit and I stare, completely unaware.
for now, I’m calm, holding my palms.
i hear the door break and shots fire
I see my life flash before my eyes
the teacher yell “get in the corner and dont move. be silent.”
What can you say
When you see the news on TV
Another school shooting
It’s only the beginning of 2018
How can it be so many
How many Americans are going to die
By the hands of another American
Rest In Peace I find myself saying again
After another school shooting.
It physically hurts to see the crying of children on TV
Like they were the story the news just had to have.
Pay attention.
I’ve got something to say
Figured that this way, you’d listen
People are dying. Mad Men with guns.
I couldn’t understand what was going on,
As I watch the TV screen with my mother.
Children just like you and me running.
Running and running like no tomorrow,
Running to hang on to safety.
tolerate the hate
& label (wronG) "o.k."
make the cUrved lines straight
therfore power remaiNs great
...to late... no souls to saVe
tomb stones have been engraved
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!
There goes the bell for the first period of my high school monotony
Yet, with each shattering clang of metal, my heart beats faster
A kid only seventeen got his dad to buy me from the store today.
I've been used before so I wasn't scared anyway. I belonged to a family of four for
protection, but I had a feeling this was different.
(Police sirens)
(4x)
(They're killing us man, they're killing us
They're shooting us man, they're shooting us)
................................................................................................
My name is BANG
I’m 17 years old
This morning I rushed out and I didn’t tell mum that I loved her
I am a student at BANG
I was heading to my history lesson
Author's Note:
I wrote this the day after the Stoneman Douglas Shooting on February Fourteenth, 2018.
We are aware
of the rumours
you’ve been hearing.
We would like to address
this issue
because there has been
some panic and
I have been well acquainted with you, Death
I have walked fearlessly --- and trembling back
I have survived and heard their dying breath
The church bells all are clanging
Like the beating of a drum,
But still my heart feels empty
Like a sky without a sun
I tried to call the warden
To show him what I’d done
my dad and i sit in the car discussing the parkland shooting and he says to me, “the media did a good job this time making sure they got all the kids upset.”“the media?” i ask.“yeah, it’s not like you guys were gonna do anything.
June 28th2018
The Facebook post says mark me safe
I’m safe, here in Annapolis Maryland
I’m safe, I’m safe
Did you hear the news?
White man with long gun and ponytail
An angry vigilante
133.133 mass shootings. 133 situations where policeCalled loved ones,Family,Friends,To come in and to identifyThe bodies of victims who Never askedNever wantedNever seeked
My world came crashing down
It came blazing down at me because of a gun
Because of the weak person behind the gun
The person who didn’t have enough courage to fix the problems
how many more have to die
how many more lives must be lost
how many more kids need to be afraid
to wake you from your drunken stupor
your imagined world of profits and success
I see the world in discoloration
I see a hurt and dying nation
Tears as another dies too young
You shoot us off and call it love.
Where is the end to this pain
When will they see this is not a game
NIMBY is limbo,
an escalator slinky
manifests attention deficit
of adults in America
addled and hysterical
People are looking too far left
People are looking too far right
People can not see what is in plain sight
Children are kind
Children are innocent
Twisted thoughts on relevance,
Lost in the pinging,
Of bullets hitting concrete,
Hitting you,
Hittine me,
Students scared to learn,
To live,
To simply be,
It's been so long, since I have fallen asleep
I fear my strength will leave and I won't wake
I drift into a dark and weakened deep
Will you give me a dream for goodness sake?
From a young age we are constantly groomedTaught how to actOur happiness assumed When we get hurtWe’re told to speak upBut when we open our mouthsThey tell us to be quietjust keep your head down Just wait till you’re in the real world they sayYou’
I notice attempts to fulfill those needs
Of protecting kids with safety measures.
Back then, the only concerns were nosebleeds.
Why must I still see these tear-stained pictures,
Put that gun down
Young one.
You may be feeling red,
But you’ll be seeing red.
If you use that there gun.
It won’t solve
Nothing.
But cause a whole lot of
Dread,
Poetry saved me.
Letters across a sheet
Formulating into words,
Evaluating an issue that is quite absurd.
No other way to express the pain,
Of my friends and teachers
Everytime I close my eyes
I’m scared that I will hear
Gunshots from across the hall
That everyone will fear
*boom* *slash*
We jump up from our seats
Shouting
Pain
My ears start to ring as a run far away.
My siblings... I hope they’re safe.
ive seen this before.
always on a tv screen
never have I ever thought
it would happen to me.
Since the events at Sandy hook,
There’s been roughly one gun shot on school grounds every week.
It doesn’t matter whether it was an accident,
Or a hundred bullets tearing through a class again.
Footsteps thumping, loud bangs, children screaming,
My pulse is racing, my head is pounding, and then suddenly I drop.
I lay there choking as I desperately try to hold on for life.
stop taping young
people’s mouths shut
and telling us where
our places are
stop screaming over the
voices of tomorrow
and stop telling us we don’t
know what we’re talking about
for lives lost
at the end of a gun
and those wounded
at the hands of
a bullet
i pray for
your peace but
more importantly
i pray for
your justice
Decrease the heat, in the streets,
It's lethal,
Increase the peace, murder beats,
Not people.
Dear the Future,
Can you see us?
Can you see the wounds,
Can you see the deaths,
Can you see the grief,
Can you see the fear?
Do you remember us?
Do you know how many fear the future?
Throw your words at us,
Toss out your lies;
When they see our faces
Make sure no one cries.
Tears have been shed for those who have bled, and a loooong way we haven’t come- too many dead.
Diving into a world unlike any known.
You delve through with no known limits.
A place that you can call your own.
No fear or concern to withhold my words.
Gazing at the beauty that only I can create
While everyone else is having fun
A person is out there buying a gun
We have all these laws and the second amendment
Time. It’s limited. It’s sacred. Something I took for granted.
Summer rolled around and it was time for our annual family reunion I decided that I wasn’t going because “I didn’t feel like it”.
A 16 year old girl stuck in an ignorant world
Life seems to be passing and flashing
Quicker for others like the one I used to call a brother
He was gone in the blink of an eye
Scarlet feathers soar through the clouds,
by the mating of lead and flesh.
Leading the future to arise,
To walk upon their paths in pride.
Tis' their destiny to commit,
the march that others feared and quit.
It was an ordinary day and it turned into an actual nightmare.
It all started with one man and he caused another horrible tragedy.
It was an ordinary day and it turned into an actual nightmare.
It all started with one man and he caused another horrible tragedy.
I breathe in.
I breathe out.
My fear is still here,
I can't make it disappear.
I toss & turn,
but his presence feels near.
I close my eyes,
yet the image is clear.
A man with a gun
“But the Second Amendment!” they say,
Moments before their children are killed by a right to bare arms,
“It's because the lack of bigger guns that it ended up this way!”
Lying awake in the night
Holding onto my pillow
Another sleepless night
This gets dense
Can't help but think about the crazy gun violence
When did it become alright
To see a child holding a gun
10 Years from now, we’ll still be here;
Arguing if measures will help the defenseless.
The ever present fear will always be near.
There’s no reason to allow the Left to put me in fear,
I know...
That this is something we don't like to hear.
But the way we survived has made only one thing clear.
We hate to be betrayed...
But we never own up to the truth.
On February 14, 2018, 17 people died.
From a man.
With a gun.
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,
you see, music is the key to world peace.
instead of all these youngsters dying on the streets
just sit down and listen to some dope shit
become one with the beat and youll prolly start to spit
I live in America
A place where women's ovaries are more talked about than guns
The kids are talking about it, but not because it's fun.
We hate that it seems like every subject under the sun,
Is it finally time to talk about it?
Have enough children died that we can finally talk about it?
What if it had been your children, your family, your friends?
Then would it be time to talk about it?
Is the gun really the enemy?
We don't blame the knife or bomb when they create the tragedies we hate to see.
Don't you see?
You're just wiping away the blood instead of treating the wound.
Our founding fathers figured that we have to sacrifice some individual freedoms to secure larger freedoms for all.
i walked out
for what i hope to be
a better future
can't you see
these devices called guns
are killing us all
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.
We do not fight for our beliefs,
For peace comes with peace,
We do not encourage violence,
For violence caused this;
We want an end,
It's been more than enough,
So we stand up,
We stand tall,
One shot, the shot that killed you
Two minutes, is all it took for lives to be taken
one month, and im walking away from the place that protects us
17 minutes, to honor the victims the world has lost
Heart stops builts fly out
people dropping like the autumn leafs
but theres no doubt about it and i'll shout it out
that the grief will eventally end
bang bang bloody dollars fill up your pockets
If we are old enough to get shot
we are old enough to speak up
If we are old enough to buy guns
we are old enough to play the drums of war
I saw you last week
Smiling and laughing
We weren't the best of friends but we were friends
How many? How many kids need to be buried?
How many voices do you need to hear to do something?
I guess I should be prepared to take bullet or two for a friend
Since you decided porn was a bigger problem than a
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
Every day
there’s a new tragedy
plaguing the headlines of newspapers and magazines
When did we forget how to love?
instead learn how to hate
I wake up each morning and prepare for a war that is not mine to fight.
My backpack strapped to my body like a casual wear bullet vest,
He was trapped in his mind, in the lone star stateIn that state of mind, he would soon choose his fateHe killed himself in his car because the hate in his head lead to a mass shooting with 25 dead When your life needs a break, whose life do you ta
Dear life,
The .9mm Beretta seemed to fit in my hand
As if it were a natural phenomena
And not something created by man
We’ve all heard the announcement
“We are now on lockdown”
“We are now on lockdown”
Quietly you pull yourself out of the desk
Sit on the floor and wait.
Dear Latwassa,
I never dreamed of anything like this,
who would’ve known people would be so sick.
To think you would have been in my face the next day
but now you’re in a better place.
We grow guns.
We place them in the hands of Americans and say,
"Go play."
The inevitable senseless violence that follows
is succeeded by senseless silence.
We cry
"Mental health"
We cry
Dear Donald Drumpf,
I don’t quite see the appeal
Of a walrus wearing a toupee
Shouting out obscenities while I stand here in dismay
The country is in shambles
painter’s jeans on and hair all tied up, it’s june
and i’m told there was a gunshot on elizabeth street.
babies on a dandelion wagon hit with partial bullet shell.
Guns don't kill
People kill
But we are guns
Put that gun on the table
Tell it to shoot
It won’t
But it does
28
That's how many shootings have happened
In my 17 years of life
28
That's how many times I've watched
Faces and names scroll across screen
Lives lost, loved ones heart broken
I used to hate the taste of mangos.
The explosion of tangy sweetness,
The odd, curved shape,
And the disgusting shade of yellow;
The one that could only make me think of as
Decaying Gold.
Asleep in a bed, all cozy and warm,
Rests a young, pale little form.
There Goldilocks dreams all her troubles away,
My oh my, it has been an eventful day.
I look upon the world,
I see violence.
Boom, smash, rattle, crash
Then silence.
Everyone is seeking a way to fast cash
Power or both,
America,
When did you forget to love?
When did you forget to take care of your children?
America,
We only want love,
we only want peace.
America,
History repeats itself like a broken a record.
200,000 years living together as a race,
but yet our society is stuck on hate.
Stuck on hate.
Stuck on hate.
[originally performed by two people, one girl and one guy]
black people getting killed every single day.
black americans getting killed every single day.
I tail him on unruly backroads,
high beam lights irradiating from
my car into his;
a hawk extending his talons.
My siren, the trumpet,
To feel pain is to seek healing only for some
for others it is to become lost in that feeling
to escape from feeling numb.
But to feel is to submit to the reason of its being
Our thoughts and prayers are with you say the living to the dead
But no one acts to prevent those souls from laying down their head
"I can't live without my precious gun, it brings me too much joy", they say
I started
and ended
this year
as an
intern
No prized position
but surely had its perks
coffee stains
free chips
the first one
in Febuary
America, we are under attackas guns burst in our classroomsthe federal government signs the Patriot Actbecause we are wil
The media shows us the truth
That we are no longer the youth
But soldiers in a war
Where bodies pile up on our school floor
Another year gone and done
The world still ruled by who holds the gun
Want Tolerance
Want to transform the world
Want to change perspectives
Want to slow the steamboat of discrimination
Want peace instead of guns
Want understanding instead of hate
Hark
the shuffle of skin and bone
from the bolted door
The softest moan
A miracle.
Hallelujah!
they have risen again
Heaven set them down
god released their sin
All around
Gus are said to be bad
But how were we made?
War with guns
Created our freedom
To become one.
Though with good,
There's always bad.
And in the mood,
Violence makes us mad.
When will it end?
My heart cannot bear to hear the horrible news,
The killings of the innocent are giving me blues
It is never-ending trend
When will it end?
My heart cannot bear to hear the horrible news,
The killings of the innocent are giving me blues
It is never-ending trend
Pursuit of happiness, liberty, and life, tell yourself that it is how it is
But where’s happiness and liberty when there’s no life to begin with?
Don’t make no sense
Ever since 2008, Obama has been on the debate
I have a dream that there will be world peace
Having the ability to walk alone
Able to breath without scarcity
View of the sky without darkness
Ripples of lard peel from their skin,
as they point at a blinding screen,
displeased from muffled voices,
yet not the slightest alarmed,
to an iron puddle gathering,
in cracked gravel lots.
There were lives lost while people crouched in bathroom stalls,
Knowing
What could come next.
They could only text their mothers
While a gunman tested the nation.
We've seen it before.
Drip... Drip... Drip...
All I could see is the souls of those roses in his hands.
So much blood,
the agony of it all...
The malignant aura spread across the nation
Forty-nine hearts ripped out of innocent souls, ninety-eight eyes closed for eternity,
one hundred ninety-six limbs peacefully paralyzed, the world is praying for these forty-nine hearts
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,
We heared the about the horrible atrocity of that day.
All bore witness to the horror and dismay.
Evil used the screams of our citizens as their battle cry.
we sit staring at the television asking why.
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
When I first heard the news outlets describing Akyra Monet Murray,
The youngest victim of the Orlando massacre,
My first thought was,
"That could have been me"
Eighteen years old,
People. She had a voice, that shook the walls and turned ears from miles away.
They had souls to say their last words of love, even through the terror of the night.
Many lives abruptly taken
Leaving the world crushed and aching
Driven by a corrupt ideology
Or just a psychotic philosophy
Their actions bare an unforgivable cost
For all groups whom felt the lost
Went out to have fun, florrick, and take part in tom foolery.
Didn’t know that my choice would bring about an icey change of fate.
None knew this safe harbor become a hurricane of lead.
We dance, merry in a fortunate life
With lights flashing blue and green and red
Our only wish: that this will never end
A sentence without a terminal point
We are young. We are free in this great dance
There is a one eyed monster living in our homes
Situated in our wardrobes, shelves and even clothes
No one is safe from its destruction
Yet its been sold at auctions.
Nobody asks to be caught up facing it
Can you hear the gunshots,
Or is it only me?
Have you seen the bodies?
I stopped counting after 60.
Did you here them screaming,
Or were the guns too loud?
Now when I close my eyes
Dear sweet Orlando,
know that we all have your back
even when I can't imagine
what its like to be attacked.
There are very few words
that will come to my head
when speaking of this Tragedy
You were my hero, My superwoman(man), My angel sent down to this hell that we dare call earth. Before I had met you I was so confused. Nothing felt right. I was so lost and I just wasn't "normal".
It's a call to arms But not a call to firearms I know, we are alarmed,But as the United StatesWe shall not fill our voids with hateBecause regardless of our skin or domination Our skin is sacred.
the gun is loaded like my head,
It's fire like my attitude,
It brings peace and pain at the sametime,
like I do at certain times.
I dream to get away,
like putting the gun up,
I have cold, hard skin, but don't let it fool you. Even with it's hard texture it's still smooth. The color of my skin is the finest of black. Much like my brothers and sisters.
Apparently there's been a issue with
Chicago’s weather
Forecast say it’ll be 68
With a 20% chance of rain but then
It snows in the middle
Of the day
Shots in the background but everyone just ignores them, for if they dare to care they'll
be the next reason why they are there shots in the background but society pretends not
Blame the gun, 'cause we can
Blame the gun, 'cause it hates
Blame the gun, 'cause people are not to blame
Blame the gun, 'cause it shoots it self
Blame the gun, 'cause it's an inanimate object
The university can be a microcosm of the real world, an escape from it,
or both at the same time
Why would we invite a danger of the real world,
What is this piece in my hand?
The bullet and bullet shells coordinate as a band.
It sometimes be on water or land.
As time evolve, we evolve at the same time that a musket looks like a papergun
You leave every morning with your suit, tie and gun,
I don't agree with you but I know you're out there serving justice for the right ones.
Every evening you come home and I'm so glad you do,
With the power to destroy in their own hands
Rage and indignation dominate their stands
Fearless and unknowing of the consequence
This only leaves me questioning their competence
On average,
It takes 6-9 minutes
For the police
To respond
After the original call
On average,
It takes, only
3 seconds to pull out a gun
2 seconds to pull the trigger
It can't stop. It won't stop. you feel the heat and it ain't hot. I see red lights, cameras flashing, and people crying, day and night, screaming, "They killed my baby, Oh my god! they killed my baby, what am I gone do.
I never got to tell you how much I loved you before you were taken away. One gun shot.. thats all it took. You've hurt me in the past but I forgive you for everything. You may not have loved me anymore but I dont care.
Closing the lockers, I head to class.
I smile at friends and laugh at jokes.
A normal day really.
The clock is ticking, counting my last moments.
Of course, I don't know that.
Point your gun at me, you think I'll say nothing, you wait and see
Organized a felony , you’ve just gotten the best of me
Lie to the world and the truth will come out, you are Caucasians without a doubt
There are terrorist that take innocent lives.
and commit random impetousity to please their vengence,
deprivng the earth of souls.
The crime done is permanent and vile
but cannot expunged from your record;
I'm just an ordinary teenage boy,
Not some target toy.
I'm not something you can just destroy,
To people I'm worth seeing,
But you didn't see me as a human being.
Bullet Flying
As shots fired
By ichy trigger fingers
Untrained and uncontrolled
Lazy be the murder
With acess to an end
Fearful the child on the bullet's face
Bullets flying
How can a hood strike fear
How can a rainbow in his hand make you feel threatened
A can of dollar ice tea makes made you tremble
And in a fury of white hot rage you felt dominance kick in
I’m driving down the boulevard of broken dreams
Swerving and crashing, blinded by the high beams
The mouth of the metal monster
the maw of the morbid mother
the giver of gold or gall
picking out the particular person
plucking out precious people
maker of more monopolies
Hatred, love, cruelty, kindness
You get the gist
Seeing hugs and kisses, then guns and death
This is life as we know it
Do you ever see happiness, smiles, laughter, and fun
And think, Life is good
Your are my people, am just one of you,
dying is pointless. Strong emotion
is the right thing to do. Gun is
our real enemy the real demon
is the gun we are shooting with
our on hands. Heater made
Your are my people, am just one of you,
dying is pointless. Strong emotion
is the right thing to do. Gun is
our real enemy the real demon
is the gun we are shooting with
our on hands. Heater made
Every man for themselves,
Chaos.
Every gun for themselves,
Nothing.
Every man to war,
Death.
Every gun to war,
Nothing.
Every man in debate,
Politics.
Every gun in debate,
Born into the United States, but are we united/
Where racial inequalities still exist, are we divided/
Robbing and killings, most people don't see these ways/
That we're not progressing, but regressing back to the 1800 days/
Set Backs
Living in a community with gun violence.
Looking at the news and seeing innocent vitiams get pop!
Just a kid in a candy store
with his family in peace
Innocent he became a victim of prejudice
and of a loophole of law and missing interference
as Z shot a bullet
on Trayvon and the nation
She waved goodbyr to her mama and scurried skippingly to class. Her mother gave her a half smile and sped off to work, not saying goodbye she was already late. Not knowing this was the last she'd see of her duaghter.
Walking...
"My love for you..."
Someone turned her around
"Was bulletproof..."
He held the gun
"But you're the one who..."
Fired
"Shot me!"
The song bulletproof by Pierce the Veil ended
Boom! Pop! Boom!
I am a young Chicago girl surviving in this big world.
There is much to see besides this bloody city.
Here all you hear about is a death, a shooting, a homicide.
mmmmmm.
Your hands are warm...and also clammy
Maybe it's cause you're nervous or maybe you're not.
In the end it doesnt matter because after it's done,it's done.
2024
No guns in sight.
The law took them away,
they took away our rights.
It was a bitter winter day,
and my father was in Iraq.
My mom, sister, and I
lay here in our bedstead.
Hang him from the nearest tree
A place like school is not for thee
2 adults were killed today
One student injured
Back in the day
I have always dreamed of being a toy train.
Spreading smiles on happy boyish faces
But have I ever drawn a smile on a face?
Renisha
(This poem is dedicated to Renisha McBride, a Detroit teenager who was murdered by a man who is using the defense of “Stand Your Ground”.)
Bang...Bang is the sound we used to make as kids playing? Cops and robbers to the sound we make now as adults with real guns.
People
Eric David Harris
Dylan Bennet Kledold
Seung-Hui Cho
Jared Lee Loughner
Adam Peter Lanza
Fatalities
15
32
6
28
Where
Bodies wrapped in the wind.
Emotions tormented, Scrutinized, memorized, and laid out
Out of the dusk
A regretful exprience
Shattered Dreams.
Years turned into months
Months into weeks
Weeks into days
And then finally the last moment came
Then I thought to myself
Guns are firing.
Kids are dying.
Parents cry.
All the police do is sigh.
Another one dead and gone.
That's another bed empty and alone at home.
This shit is like a cycle.
A heart pressed like a flower between ribcage pages
every beat blooming in the blouse in the backseat
the blood fertilizing gravel that will never grow to seed
if it does it never grows nice things
There is no room in my life for bullets.
There's no room for rifles, not for handguns, not for anything that fires.
I have seen too much.
I spent my childhood afraid of bombs,
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
Spittle flies in my face.
I stare him down. He glares at me.
"You don't know anything!"
Shouts he, veins throbbing on his brow.
"Not all people with guns are killers,
"Not all guns will be used for harm,
No one held him
As life slipped away
He breathed in the last piece of this world
As a target surrounded by
Preconceived ideas
Of who he used to be
Who he was before
Sirens and energency lights
Break the darkness of the evening.
Police cars and ambulances come into sight.
A distraught woman stands, not believing ehat she's seeing.
Her child's body is morbidly bleeding.
put down your guns
put down your guns
I beg you please stop all the violence
America used to be the land of peace
now bloodshed is rampant and with that more are deceased
Heart is pounding,
eyes wide with fright,
A gun flashes in the night.
Running hard
no where to go,
Red blood in the snow.
Relentless hunters
seek their prey.
Alone.
Looking into the sky wondering what its like to fly,
your in a new dimension and I'm in a quandary asking why?
Never am I to forget the day you were taken away from me without a minute to say goodbye.
If I ruled Chicago, the bastard sons of shackled ancestors would know freedom and equality
Not tolerance
If I ruled Chicago, I would ban skittles and black skin so maybe Trayvon could've lived
Suspicious, what a way to describe you.
I am suspicious, too.
I walk around black
and wear a hoodie so I "slang clack."
Why can't I wear this 'cause I'm cold?
Hot lead from the end of their smoking muzzles end the lives of the innocent, and the impoverished.
Like what is really going on?
Why can't we people get along?
Why can't we live another day?
Why can't we play another song?
Instead of doing someone wrong
Shooting teens down one by one
Its crazy how mothers and fathers
Bury their children now days
One day they conceive em
And then their fading away
Out of your life
And out of your way
Got police knocking
At your door
I hear the gun go off so I run
I was only at a party trying to have some fun
A seemingly safe decision turned dangerous
To speeding bullets from a gun I was powerless
Shooting pain drills up my spine
I look to my left
And what do I see
A suffocating sight
That’s choking me
It’s horrible disgusting
The Little Hands
My heart is in two because it covers the news
Guns in the little hands
Black Men laying face down in Blood
Their futures slowly,slowly Dying
Like garbage Dragged through the Mud
Hopeless, mournful mothers Crying
I hear people all the time telling me
“Yo. When you hear bullets, hit the floor.”
I always thought they were saying
“yo, when you hear bullets hit the floor…
You Wish You Can Take Back That Clit Clat
BUT when The Clip Claps...
Bodies Go SPLIT SPLAT
Mothers Screaming
Kids Crying
You Just Had To RISK THAT ?
Her bloodshot eyes closed for good. In her final moments she let out one more helpless whimper, to say goodbye to a world that made her life complete, but also to curse the wicked that ruined it.
With a slow creak the brown oak exposed
her rosy little face; her young bliss beaming
She bolted down the antique stairs
This is a crazy cold world, the troubles I see
The evils surrounding you and me
Mothers crying, children dying
Gunshots leaving fresh corpses on the street
Money hs ruined our common sense
“BANG, that’s what the gun said to the head”
My cousin said,
A smile on his face, pointer finger against my temple
Thumb cocked back
“You coulda been dead”
I'm sorry for not being like you
I'm sorry for not looking the same as you
This is the way God made me
He made me in his image of perfection
But whydid youhate me?
You didn't know my name
He was just as innocent as you,
or maybe he was better,
His soft, calm personality, just as light as a feather,
walking home after a long day,
never intended to cross your way,
Living in a city where guns are like toys, really takes a toll on me.
Never knowing if I am safe or not, really takes a toll on me.
Wishing that my closet friends are safe in any neighborhood, really takes a toll on me.
Do you know me ?? You must not know me cause you profiled me I'm a brother, a son, a member of a family !
The room goes cold
The door squeaks open
And footsteps grow louder
A hand grabs the covers
Twenty little souls, glowing and bright.
Flowing in the wind, like brave little kites.
Twenty eager minds, ready to learn.
Wheels in their head, starting to turn.
In theory I never knew the weight of the hoodie.
Contrast in its color as it grapes over my skin.
Indeed I was mightier with the cape over my lens.
Strolling pastimes, my ears were shuttled by noise.
City Streets of Chicago,
my hometown, my motto
Everyday I hear on the news someone got shot,
Bang Bang,Bang Bang,Bang Bang,
6 shot's fired, 3 dead
found in the parking lot.
Fight for justiceRacism is still alive in the world tht we're inIts a shame punishments are justified by the color of your skinFeel as though we're still fighting for equalityWhen will we win? They make it seem as though being black is a crimeRele
It's a different kind of broken heart
The kind where it feels like you fell apart
Like someone took a dart
and threw it directly through your heart
I never thought I'd feel this way
Boredom settles on the restless
Cringing the anticipation to destruct the instructions of the social-class junior
Who Thinks standing on a corner makes him a man
Two legs to walk the earth.
Two arms to grasp at the clouds.
Two hands to tug at your daddy's beard.
Five fingers take your mommy's curls in your hand.
Ten toes to stand on to reach the top of the shelf.
This is dedicated to Aaron Thomas Brice, my bestfriend, who died on November 2, 2010 1:21am. I love you Aaron
Boston’s streets are stinking-
Streaked with gallons of innocent blood
An child takes his final breath
A selfless runner palms her nub-
And I think to myself,
You were mine when we first started
but now were at the end,
when we came to the end we parted
my letter to you was all i needed to send.
I've lost you in the war
as you fought for your life,
By the time I matter, Will it be too late?
Will people debate my soul's resting place?
Will they predict who I could have been?
Will by deeds outweigh by sins?
Will they consider these circumstances?
He was seventeen years oldhad his whole life aheaduntil that one dreaded nightwhere a boy was found deadA man came and shot himhe claimed self defensepeople flipped the race card
The reason for guns?
Seems easy to answer
But what is the right answer
Protection?
From what?
The USA is one of the most protected countries in the world
The need for guns is meaningless
As they say those who do good shall get there reward in heaven
Bad people will pay for their evil deeds
But the question is why will GOD allow bad things happen to his children
God has a purpose for everything
I had a dream last nightBut it wasn't an ordinary dreamIt was a nightmare on Sawyer StreetSo I decided to channel my epiphanies into this poemJust to change the world with my imaginary reality
If he wanted the arizona tea and skittles... he could've asked,
a life pressed rewind from the first breath to the last,
This is a Public Service Announcement:
It doesn't matter if you die
If I am important, and you aren't
No one cares if I lie
You're only one person you can't stop me
Several miles away when shots rangBANG!! BANG!!After a scuffleMy little brutha did his thangZimmerman couldn't hangSo, those shots that rangCame from a cowardCowardly acts
Through the concrete jungle
This epidemic is slowly spreading like AIDS through veins
Standing, gun on their waist smile embedded on their face
Book bag on their shoulder and a fitted hat to the back
The change for Tayvon starts with me.
A young black indivdual who became livid behind the fact that another black soul was taken from this earth.
When a murderer walks free,
Are you still proud to be an American?
And when an innocent teen is killed,
Why does the killer walk free?
When a man is shot,
Do you blame the victim?
Three out of four was the turn out.
Growing up in a single parent household,
College Park, Ga 30349 was my hood until my mother found a way out.
Moved us quite a few times, then we hit Henry County.
Day in and day out, full of criminals and murders, narcisits and psychopaths. The list is never ending."
Some paying for their crimes and others still roaming free.
Free?
Who is free?
I am not Trayvon Martin....
but I know what it feels like to wear my
favorite hoodie that's a little too dark for
those who were taught to fear darker things
And I’m from the murder capital where they murder for capital
Heard about at least three killings this afternoon Looking at the news like "damn! I was just with him after school"
You want an idea of human rights,but are you ready to listen to the fights.Listen, listen carefully to my rhymes,about the absurd things occurring in prime time.You know about these absentees,
Little Souls, blind death
Christmas was close
But Jesus planned it differently
Loud cry, melancholy spirit
It was a gloomy year
A gloomy december
You will always be remembered
Why I Write
God told me to write
So I write about the pain I feel inside
I write about the tears that are left behind
Tragedies are an interesting concept.You can spend hours doing the aftermath,how did we end up on this path?A town, full of smiles and laughter. A beautiful image to capture.Twenty young minds ready to learn.
bullets streamingclashing minds,killing his and bruising mine,tearing us apart andbreaking timeheart stopped,glitching minda vessel of thoughts ran dry,no love, no trust
One bullet one gun.
One soul and a gun,
lonely, in need of justice.
This bullet will prove a point, everyone is equal.
All the pain annihilates the value in materials.
Thanks for giving the time of day
The night of light
The food to eat to see my life
Everywhere that summer there angles
Thanks for giving the time of day
The night of light
The food to eat to see my life
Everywhere that summer there angles
Some may say I am crazy, Or even insane, But the Little Bodies that laid staring, Could have been saved, The problem that most see is different, In the eyes of those who have grown around, To know the problem that most see, Changes everything to m
I step away, As he slowly approaches, Hidden out of his sight. Evil he has come to do… But I must do right. I will just wait here, If he does not see me first, My heart is beating, I’m about to burst!
I step away,
As he slowly approaches,
Hidden out of his sight.
Evil he has come to do…
But I must do right.
I will just wait here,
If he does not see me first,
My heart is beating,
It’s all bad
This moment,
This pain is far too familiar
This moment I usually consider a life lesson
I feel it’s less of a blessing
And more of a curse
But right now I could care less about
The boy was so young,His father owning so many guns.Many times little Andy was left home alone,Exploring the places unknown.Stumbling upon a mysterious closet one day,
Guns cannot be controlled.
Humans cannot be controlled
It is not the guns who should be controlled.
It will not work.
Violence can be done with or without one.
No guns, equals no protection.
I dropped you off at school just like any
other day. I never thought you’d be taken
away. Your smile still burns in my mind.
Nathan, you, must have been so scared that day.
The principled remain unwavering,
The majority sustain their quavering.
The chance of success matters not,
The people will fire the last shot.
Although the times have changed,
Right behind these high gatesThere is a placeWhere people fall silentQuiet even in a face of violenceEveryone is one, as if from birthLike a wet rag, sound is squeezed from earth
Listen one time
I just need your ear one more time
This may just be my last rhyme
It's wreak-less out here , the world short on time
More people dying than the troops at war
POW! POW! POW!
Wait! Life has to see-
POW! POW! POW!
The slimy-spunned around crime of intestines-
POW! POW! POW!
Why can't you stop, my friend is-
POW! POW! POW!
The loss of a life is the loss of a leader
we often think in numbers
how about we think in potential
lives lost
cased in a bullet shell, no warnings
our future presidents, governors, environmentalist
they got there guns blazin
hearts racin
cops chasin
wit their sirens roarin
while politicians
jus sittin
back and lettin
it happen
im watchin
them bleedin
while cryin
They say life is like a vow, something that is meant to be broken.
They say death is its predator, but yet life was meant to be its conqueror.
No one is safe when the bullets start to fly
No one wants to lose a brother or a sister over a stupid white lie
I can feel the fear nibbling at my heart
I feel dizzy and afraid
Everybody’s running to their social media outlet to spout
about
their thoughts
on gun violence.
But how quickly do we
forget about the “gun violence”
that is performed by
Dear bro, i never thought you would have to go
So I decided to write you a poem so you could know
i havent cried yet
But it's funny, every time i see your picture i guess that i havent tried yet
What gives birth to the bullet?
The bullet that, when aimed at the head, stops all thoughts...hopes, and dreams of growing up
All because of a piece of metal, we are robbed of more than the next doctor, lawyer, or entrepreneur
He was young, you were young. You were friends were you not? So why did you go and do such a stupid thing? You ended his life, you ended your own too. Was there a reason? Shed some light please!
Guns Don't Kill People
People Kill People
We The United States Of America
Do Have The Right To Fully Bear Arms
Till The Next Generation
Until The End Of Time
We Shall Up Hold The Constitution
It’s sunny outside
He doesn’t like sun, never has
The Voice hated it just as much
The Voice rarely controls him, but it always made itself known
The Voice is there
Looking at the paper of the kid next to him
Oppression, Deportation, Depression
When will it all stop?
We don’t need any more guns being shot.
All these innocent lives
Deserve to revive.
You cannot thrive for what you have not earned,
BANG! A shot shatters the silence of night and tears open the chest of a 16 year old boy.
His body hits the sidewalk that he walked for the majority of his life.
Shootings, gun violence, bomb threats
The three main subjects that lies on the table at this very second
Sixteen mass shootings has happened in the United States
In just the year 2012
Friday December 14 before the attendance sheets could be magneted to the outside of the door. It pulls up. That rabid dog that snapped its steel chain.
On February 26th 2012, a young black teenager was found dead on the curb,
But mark my words Trayvon Martin, justice will be served,
He was about 140 pounds and 6 foot 3,
An aspiring football player with all As and Bs,
The lost smiles
They flash across the screen in an agonizing procession
The siblings, nieces, cousins, children
Forever stuck in time
The lost smiles
Who could they have been?
Teachers, doctors, lawyers?
Date March 17,2013
Only 18, the beginning of her life
My beautiful cousin
My inspiration
Death took her
assassinated
shot by a gun
Elizabeth, her boyfriend Anthony and my beloved uncle Cesar
in every bodies life their are situations that people have to go through like a basket going through the hoop. some people's lives are valuable that makes some people reliable to work harder at what they do to get that life that they desire.
I awaken to red and blue lights
The paramedics have arrived,
Pain in my head like after those late nights
I am thinking I should have died.
As a kid I would say,
you just don’t understand,
my father and mother would say
we are older than you,
we have already gone through
what you have and more.
What's this world coming to?
Crooks, Traitors, Mongrels
In Washington
The people running the country
Are running us down
Takin' 'way our liberties
Stompin' on our Rights
Bye bye freedom
On the dance floor I skip-step and I twirl;
The music slurs and blares in my near-deaf ears;
As the beat slows, a boy leaves with his girl,
in the dark, a seer watches her fears.
They say there’s an unimaginable ache,
The flip of your stomach that screams for you to pull the trigger
Control is cold and heavy in your hands
Power sits idle between your fingers begging for release
Children screaming,
Angels crying,
Can't believe that they're all dying.
Five to ten,
Ten to fifteen,
Age doesn't matter,
The blood was washed cleaned.
Nightmares are haunting,
Red Orange yellow Green blue and violet
The colors of the rainbow but
Isn't it funny that you and my colors aren't there
So nonexistent like some say God is but
It's not what you see it's what you feel
Guns don’t kill people
People kill people
People with guns kill people
People for fun kill people
People with psychotic dispositions kill people
People with the wrong mental composition kill people
Bang, bang.
No sleeping tonight.
The Sand Man won't come,
No child will dream.
Blasphemy on sight.
The day, I will never see
But it made me who I am to be
The night I discovered
Was a night like none other
A secret of my past
That was so skillfully masked,
I may not have yet been born,
27 gone on the carelessness of one person
What has this world come to
How could someone be this mad
Don't want to be reminded of it, but it's so horrible
how some could do something like that
It was April 20th, 2009,
a day I will forever remember.
I was in the normal routine of mine,
unforgotten birthday in November.
I will always remember.
(poems go here) (A young boy is being interviewed on the happenings at Conneticut Elementary. He tries to get it out as best he can, but his feelings right now are a mixture of emotions his soul has never encountered. He begins to speak)
Gunshots go POW!
Another teen is gone from us now.
She who had a bright future,
Now walks with an angelic-like creature.
Cousin boo goes to jail,
The whole family prays to keep his soul from hell.
Terror, on your TV screen,
Diamond blade cutting cardboard,
And the night begins to bleed.
As you fall, through the dirty ground
Into the grasp of your maker,
Hear the silence of his sound...
Sirens wail as people scream,
Screaming "Not me!" "Not me!"
Shot one, shot two, shot three and four
Was one death not enough and two even more?
Sirens wail even closer now
Cars pull up and feet hit the floor,
If we are such a good and sovereign nation why do we have so many problems? It seems that the will of our hearts has become part of our nations fallin. We feel that we are making a difference.
I'm as white as the paint that adorns your walls,
Or the sleek shiny porcelain upon new stalls.
But that matters little when compared to my heart,
Reasons of which I'd rather not start.
I wish my phone would ring
I call home, waiting alone, dial tone screams
my mind's cold behind this blindfold of space and time
I can't escape it I'm
waiting
and like a fine rope this line holds
The destruction it leaves
the people who grieve
Is it worth it to have
a weapon that leaves people so sad?
We need them to hunt
we need them to survive
but some people just have them
Once beautiful and strong(Detroit), but she's no longer around,
the grass is dry, no green in this town...
What happen to her beauty, why did she die,
I Cry for Detroit, I cry ....
It seems as if no one wants to do what is right.
No one wants to fight
Most of us was born at the cross roads
It wasn’t a road we chose
Tossed into a generation of gun violence, sex, drugs,
each day pass by and someone is shot
no wonder why blocks is always hot
it became a widespread like crack in the 80's
people have become immune to disease call violence
you watch western flicks of shootouts in the wild wild west back in the 60's
in ny, you have clowns that make wild cowboys look like rookies
there is a shootout here, there is a shootout there, when does it end
U think u know but u have no clue
This is the place I call my home
The South Side of Chicago
Where bullets fly freely
Un-Be-Live-A-Ble
Now we call home
Something strange...
