This is Our America

Sun, 12/09/2018 - 16:31 -- littles

What kind of a world do we live in

Where children who are just learning

How to read

How to write

Are gunned down in their classrooms

Like deers in the woods?

 

I see my students

And i cannot help but remember

That as soon as they have their little graduation hats and gowns

And receive their kindergarten diplomas

Their safety is now in the hands of the elementary schools

The hands of society

That has become so immune to mass shootings

That it has become a daily occurance to have a gun threat in schools.

 

From Columbine to Sandy Hook to Parkland

We say we will never forget

But as time carries on the victims are pushed away

The thought that some families no longer have their sons, daughters, fathers and mothers

The fact that there are empty beds in the houses

Like toumbs collecting dust

That we are so ignorant to forget

Until it happens to us.

 

This is Our America

Where children die in a place that was supposed to be safe

Where our own president cares more about fake news

Where we kiss our children goodbye before they go to school

Not knowing if they will come home alive.

 

This is Our America

God has somehow abandoned us

Leaving children to fight a empire

To save their lives

While adults sit and watch like it is a joke

When they know that they could be apart of the statistic

That grows every single day.

 

This is my America

This is your America

This is Our America.

This poem is about: 
My country

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