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Ignorance really is bliss.

In my elementary school years 

I didn't have to kiss

my mom goodbye

because I was afraid

that I may not see her.

That I might not even come home.

I didn't have those fears

when I was little.

But now I can't even go

to school without being fearful

of what I might find

in the environement where I'm

supposed to feel safe.

Ignorance really is bliss.

I used to believe everyone was good.

They just had rough days

sometimes.

But now I think differently.

The things people are capable of

make me quiver and shake 

and have my wondering about 

the decisions they make. 

What could be so wrong

in their lives

that they would 

end someone else's? 

Is it in his nature

to hate?

Ignorance really is bliss.

Knowing how many people

have lost their lives

this year

due to gun-violence alone

is enough to make 

anyone in their right mind

shake and groan,

with grief,

with desire to put an end

to shootings.

A desire to change

how things are 

right now.

I don't feel safe anymore.

This is America, where 

the Statue of Liberty

is supposed to welcome 

everyone in with 

open arms, 

not open fire.

We're supposed to be 

the good guys.

We're supposed to be safe,

be free.

Protect each other,

protect America,

protect our freedom

and liberty.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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