'Gun Violence'
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Another gun, another shot, another bullet flies
Another place, another wound, another person dies
Another paper’s headline, another claim of disbelief
Another time of sorrow, and another family’s grief
The people can't hear me
They use and abuse me for violence
If I could talk They'd hear me
Instead they hear the loud echo of screams that shoot out my muzzle
I
Normal Talking
Quiet discussion waiting for the bell
Homeward Bound
II
A bell
Alarm
Racism is an everlasting problem that will never end People are blinded And so close-minded That they will always play pretend
You ready
I'm ready
You ready
I'm ready
Ok
I'm Mr.Freeze because I'm in an icebox
I freeze up on stage I'll die of shock
I wouldn’t be surprisedIf I ever diedDue to arms belonging to my own kind
But I know before I dieOnce I pray the pain subsidesI’ll have everything on my mind
Shells flying through tranquil sectors,Men falling like uprooted trees,Bullets shrieking their names,Irrespective of beliefs or nationality.
What is love, is it free for everyone
Or is it ethereal and abhored
What is love, is it a birthright ignored
Or is it a gift granted by the Son
Trying to leave a city behind is harder than it seems
Going too far away from home is like the sun's gleam on his wings
Father warning him not to leave, but he has a trick up his sleeves
When you are stuck in place,
frozen
in time and space,
playing words on an endless loop
like a broken
record
Bang, Bang
Gang, gang
gugGaat,
that's what we hear in music, right?
Media,
why do people think it's tight?
when there are school shootings
Death,
it is no joke
Crack, boom, pop
The news ricochets around the room like a bullet
It explodes in our ears
Crack, boom, pop
Right near the playground
The report says
Out of the corner of my brainI see it marching in.The dictator over all million little things:Fear. When fear arrives, the million little things wandering in my mindgo into hiding.They try to surrender.They take their own lives.They are shot do
Every life that is lost is a critical concern, yet people end them so easily. A life is nothing to play with. Bodies drop every second, including the seconds it took you to read this.
Why must we live like dogs hunting our prey
Why must we fight when we can build
Why must we harrass each other like cowards when inside we are crying
Guns cruel weapons that we use to fix things
Everyday i live in fear that school will no longer be school
Instead it will be a warzone, a one sided war
People running like their life depends on it
Because it does.
I yelled today and I’m not proud of it
I yelled
Not at my neighbor, not at my teacher, not at my friend
Not at my brother and definitely not at my mother
My parents tell me that as a little girlI picked up paper money and yelled “Mom look at this pretty cardboard!”
I walk into school
Just an ordinary day
Thats when I see him
On the ground I lay
He screams to “Not Move”
I stand paralyzed in fear
A gunshot goes off behind me
Pick up your guns, lad
And right how they've wronged you
For they taught you fear, and that violence will fix it
Pick up your guns, lad
And take away your pains
Gay
Straight
Black
White
Man
Woman
Jewish
Muslim
Elder
Child
Injustice is everywhere
Sylvan Simon, Pittsburgh
Hannah Ahlers, Las Vegas
The Coffee Cup The coffee cup sits on the cherry wood table, steaming with fresh black coffee. The mug shakes as angry footsteps stomp into the kitchen.
For the victims,
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry because your country has failed you,
as it has failed countless others before you,
and unless we make changes
The only times my theater class is ever quiet is during lockdowns.
Where I draw the line between us all
Between killing and revenge, the hurt, and the dead
This is the deadline, no one should have to cross
How many more kids have to die?
How many families have to cry?
When will the U.S. open their damn eyes?
No matter how many children ask there parents why their best friends couldn't still be alive.
The church bells all are clanging
Like the beating of a drum,
But still my heart feels empty
Like a sky without a sun
I tried to call the warden
To show him what I’d done
Elaine Jane,
Born to poor dropouts, yet still had a brain.
Might not swing hammer, still moved from Alabama,
Almost killed by a school shooter manna’
Twisted thoughts on relevance,
Lost in the pinging,
Of bullets hitting concrete,
Hitting you,
Hittine me,
Students scared to learn,
To live,
To simply be,
I’m here on the scene
With a crying black mother
If you look to your left
There’s a hoodie on the ground painted with blood
Painted with bullet holes and red stains
I pledge allegiance to the flag
that protects our country,
of the United States of America
where blood is spilled,
‘and to the republic
for which people die,
for which it stands
The scariest things in school should be my test scores. Ask yourself, is a child worth more than a gun? The answer should be obvious.
He claimed he didn’t know,
He swore he was in danger,
Or was it just his mind?
The way he was portraying the color to himself,
As just a color…
Scarlet feathers soar through the clouds,
by the mating of lead and flesh.
Leading the future to arise,
To walk upon their paths in pride.
Tis' their destiny to commit,
the march that others feared and quit.
Lying awake in the night
Holding onto my pillow
Another sleepless night
This gets dense
Can't help but think about the crazy gun violence
When did it become alright
To see a child holding a gun
The clock strikes 12 on another day
The white flag with streaking Blood red lines
And miniature stars
Waves obliviously in the background
Is it finally time to talk about it?
Have enough children died that we can finally talk about it?
What if it had been your children, your family, your friends?
Then would it be time to talk about it?
Eros, son of Ares and Aphrodite
With shattered bow, and broken hearts in tow
Weeping, among the silence,
Of once beating hearts,
No longer enchanted by love’s arrows.
War plagued that day,
Shout
So loud the walls shake and the paint chips off in little pieces
Decorating the blood on the floors
And the blood in the hands of those who allow a child to possess a rifle
