Pay Attetion

Sun, 09/02/2018 - 17:27 -- whodies


1111 Ellis rd
United States
37° 5' 24.864" N, 95° 42' 46.4076" W

Pay attention.

I’ve got something to say

Figured that this way, you’d listen

People are dying. Mad Men with guns.

The numbers are rising. Isn't there anything we can do?

Pulse and Las Vegas, and Parkland

I could keep going, but then I’d never stop

Hate is filling our lungs


When will it end? Will it ever end?

Enough is enough.

I'm so sick of writing while you do nothing.

There is blood on your hands

Dripping down

Forming the sea that will drown you

So sick of your thoughts and prayers

And the fake tears you keep in a bottle

I'm not mad I'm infuriated

And if you're not pissed off then

You're not paying attention

Haven't you notice

The flag you love so much

Frozen at half mast

A reminder that you haven't done shit

Excuses and blame games

Scapegoats lone wolves

I've got 3 words for you

White domestic terrorist

No child should be afraid

To exceed their rights

Nobody should live in fear of becoming

Another number, another name on the wall, another picture to weep

Another victim of the countless shooting that happen every single days

Every single day

While you sit and you lie

And you pretend that anything will change

When there's blood on your hands

And your so called opinions have a body count attached

We’re dying

What's a life worth to you anyway

Not enough

Enough is enough

Do something!

The time is now.

Now you’re gonna do something!

Do something

Pay attention!


This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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