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,


with one bullet it takes away more than just a life,

it takes away future generations and dreams,

it kills and eats away at family and friends of the victims,

it's a thousand little fires,


A gun is not a toy,

Shooting is not a game,

all the people at school or on the street,

it makes you wonder if you too will be come dead lunch meat,


we cannot guarantee anybody's safety,

are we safe at school,

what about at home,

what about in our own neighboorhood,



Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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