What Would You Change Scholarship Slam


Here we are now,

Sitting on the edge of every border,

Guns cocked and

Fully-loaded, ready to strike at any time.


No true reason,

Though it is disguised as protection for

All standing back,

Hiding from the eequally scared others.


Look not through the

Gun-sights that narrow the perspective of all,

But see the souls.

Guns create barriers to true creation.


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