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Wompicus lompicus
Everyone is scared of a shotgunicus,
But what if I told you there's solution to the pollution.
Own your own gun and protect yourself!
Checklist for a teacher; remember that there are no guarantees. No city is safe in this place that touts the gun-waving will save you.
No, I don't want to be a teacher equipped with a gun
A gun doesn't stop another gun
The bullet flies through the air
I hold my breath
I’m to young for death
but the bullet doesn’t care it’ll hit someone so young
The bullet flies through the air
I hold my breath
I’m to young for death
but the bullet doesn’t care it’ll hit someone so young
Every nun wears a ring
Brides of god
an astonishing act,
as if deception of hell
came true with bush marks
and artists cheering
Rain is wetting windows,
but what about trees
The wars my eyes have seen
The bullets emerge from your mouth as you spit and speak
Don't shoot,
I beg
Please surrender
This battle is killing me
i took my life in my own hands
and i decided to resuscitate myself
i folded my hand over the other
and beat down on my chest
i forced air into my lungs
Traumatized
Shaking, Crying
not leaving home
because the nightmares keep following you
Keys in your fist
Pepper Spray in the other
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
Decades decades decades
Each tick of the clock we evolve
Gaining insight, losing primitiveness
We promised to be “American”
This is a poem about police shootings.
What’s are they doing?
NOTHING!!!
That might not answer your question,
But I know something.
I went to a new school
When I was six years old
One day our teacher got a call
Hide. Is what we were told
Kids went under desks and into closets
Hide anywhere you can!
Thoughts and Prayers
My thoughts and prayers are not enough.
I think about how I wanted to start this poem by quoting
Bad Guy With a Gun
We have been studying Hamlet, but now I am sitting in a classroom with twenty five seniors
in the dark.
A normal day
Just like any other
He wakes up
parents dead
sister scared
He goes to school.
She calls a friend
who calls the cops.
School goes into lockdown,
parents are called.
"Pop pop pop!"
Something a little girl hears
Mind so child like she looks out the window to see the firework show
Instead she's a man
Flashes of lights that weren't so nice
Grey skies overhead.
Blue seas below, waving.
Green trees, hoping for a chance to start anew.
Red fire giving trees a chance.
Grey skies put the fire out, the sea ceases its spread, the trees start anew.
America The Brave
They say America is the land of the free and home to the brave.
But what about the minds here that enslaved?
The sound comes from down the hall
It draws nearer as you fill with dread
They reach the classroom
Shots fire through the room
Summer’s here and the Sun’s Glare
Brings little children—aliens—
With tinted vision to live in a
Body [of water] that is not their home. They see reaching arms
Coffee black
The sound of gunshots in my ear
As i watch the video, gloved hand on gun, the sounds echoing
But i don’t even drink coffee
Years from now
say 2034
I stand around
wanting nothing more
than to be where i am
a place so grand
everything according to
a careful plan
The walls are soft
How many times,
Do we have to die?
How many times,
Does our blood have to fall?
How many times,
Will mothers bury their children?
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
When tragedies happen
we often think, "it didn't happen to me,
So it doesn't matter as much"
we think we are a safe distance from the violence.
That's what they want us to think.
Piece for the walkout
In all this damnass cold
You and I create,
Bicker, conclude, articulate.
In all this damnass cold
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
I awake with a scream,
my ears still ringing
from the gunshots and yelling,
the hymns we were singing.
We march in the streets
and we all yell some more.
But it falls on deaf ears
We need to have control.
Not control on how we’re taught or what we wear,
but on the weapons put on display to be seen everywhere.
I don’t know how I feel about gunsBut I know exactly how I feltSitting behind the PA system to get my volunteer hours inWaiting for the auction to finish and the band to playAnd offered a rifle as a prize. I don’t know how I feel about guns,But t
By the time you heard it was too late
A man is dead the bullets didn’t wait
His eyes are closed, his feet are cold, and his life is no longer connected to his soul
Did seventeen people
need to die
No more to love,
or laugh,
or cry
A historical psychological report
vaguely apportions away the blame
from those, the clinically insane
So who's to blame?
Rest In Peace I find myself saying again
After another school shooting.
It physically hurts to see the crying of children on TV
Like they were the story the news just had to have.
Silence
We were suppose to be silent.
Kids poured out of classrooms
Their mouths still moving,
Chatter fills the room.
Talking
Turn up your music
Drown out their voice
Close your door
This is your choice
Listen to the lyrics
Can you hear the voice?
Walk towards your desk
Remember, this is your choice
It's appalling,
that the government has no problem controlling a woman's body
but refuses to control guns.
It's insane,
the sheer ignorance and deranged blame...
Dear the Future,
Can you see us?
Can you see the wounds,
Can you see the deaths,
Can you see the grief,
Can you see the fear?
Do you remember us?
Do you know how many fear the future?
“But the Second Amendment!” they say,
Moments before their children are killed by a right to bare arms,
“It's because the lack of bigger guns that it ended up this way!”
America By: Tia Rowe
America, the Great for it, is modest
America, the Brave for it, is a coward
i walked out
for what i hope to be
a better future
can't you see
these devices called guns
are killing us all
I saw you last week
Smiling and laughing
We weren't the best of friends but we were friends
Machine of pain,
Which pours blood like rain.
You helped my forefathers liberate,
You made the home I venerate.
Through wilderness and adveristy,
There are lives you defend.
How many? How many kids need to be buried?
How many voices do you need to hear to do something?
I guess I should be prepared to take bullet or two for a friend
Since you decided porn was a bigger problem than a
I wake up each morning and prepare for a war that is not mine to fight.
My backpack strapped to my body like a casual wear bullet vest,
I remember every piece and every bit like it was yesterday
Hurt me to my soul hearing bullets cought you 'round the way
Stayed on my toes for some hours, yeah I had to pray
Our poor, poor Queen.
Folks say she’ll swallow you in one big gulp,
But she cannot eat if she’s beaten to a pulp.
Her nipples are swollen from her own ravenous descent,
And corporate banks fuck her without consent.
Everything is Dark
I stare out through my window
I feel numb and I can’t move
Am I scared?
Boom! A flash of light
a gun is firing, I don’t flinch
Why can’t I look away?
I used to hate the taste of mangos.
The explosion of tangy sweetness,
The odd, curved shape,
And the disgusting shade of yellow;
The one that could only make me think of as
Decaying Gold.
As I lay in my bed,
I can't help but feel bad that somewhere, some time tonight...
A poor child will be dead.
There'll be no justice;
It is something, society will easily forget.
Since firearms manifold more bang for their buck,
any rational per son or daughter, one wood love to chuck
fired and squawks like Donald Duck
up in arms at alarming spike vis a vis trigger, where luck
Our thoughts and prayers are with you say the living to the dead
But no one acts to prevent those souls from laying down their head
"I can't live without my precious gun, it brings me too much joy", they say
The hunter's arrow
Sleek and swift
Pointed straight at my foot
What he was aiming for
Could not fly
The clouds were not his friends
Focused too much on the wormy muddle
There are boots in the dark
behind him in the night
like the stone cold end
to a brave, stupid flight
The boy runs quick
as only a boy can.
This little boy
still thinks he’s a man.
SHOTS ALL I HEAR
SHOTS EVERYWHERE
POWPOWPOW
CANT BELIEVE WHAT IM SEEING
WOAH
WOW
WOAHHHHH
"Our thoughts and prayers are with you," say the living to the dead
But no one acts to prevent those souls from laying down their head
"I can't live without my precious gun! It brings me too much joy!"
I am just a traveler in want of a little rest
I had been blending through a city of the oppressed
Dimming me down to the filthy ground
Screaming at me, they surround
Hark
the shuffle of skin and bone
from the bolted door
The softest moan
A miracle.
Hallelujah!
they have risen again
Heaven set them down
god released their sin
What's to be said for gun control?
Don't you realise that everyone lying now dead
Had the chance to carry, to defend themselves
But went to the nightclub empty-handed instead?
Went out to have fun, florrick, and take part in tom foolery.
Didn’t know that my choice would bring about an icey change of fate.
None knew this safe harbor become a hurricane of lead.
If those walls could talk,
I know what they'd say;
It'd be no comfort to families,
Whose lights've gone away.
For when sky fades to black,
And blues turn to grays,
And gun's life-taking crack,
It happens when the finger pulls back,
In seconds’ metal burst and pierce through precious flesh.
Leaving thoughts to go faster pondering
What causes common people to have such artillery?
1 sound
2 dead
3 people found but
4 said
5 people
entered apartment 6
and 7 bangs
caused 8 screams
and 9 police cars
turned 1 left to anger and sadness level 10
10
Buy the ammo You'll get a discount Courtesy of the NRA You know, the people who sit on leather Wear silk And sip the finest wine Courtesy of the assholes Who lack a moral compass And shoot to kill.
Do you know what i'm about to do?
As I bend over and tie my shoe.
I am Chicago.
Chicago is
only two glocks for one block
get shot at bus stops
hide out from white cops
if he flip-flops he's an OPP
POSITIONS!
Now we on a mission
The mouth of the metal monster
the maw of the morbid mother
the giver of gold or gall
picking out the particular person
plucking out precious people
maker of more monopolies
Collective consciousness
is much easier when defined.
Much thought.
Contemplation is for blind.
We move ever closer to claim what seems to shine.
mmmmmm.
Your hands are warm...and also clammy
Maybe it's cause you're nervous or maybe you're not.
In the end it doesnt matter because after it's done,it's done.
Bang...Bang is the sound we used to make as kids playing? Cops and robbers to the sound we make now as adults with real guns.
Guns are firing.
Kids are dying.
Parents cry.
All the police do is sigh.
Another one dead and gone.
That's another bed empty and alone at home.
This shit is like a cycle.
Sit down.
Or maybe you should move away from the door.
Listen to your professor.
Or maybe you should send out once last text to your family members letting them now the news.
A heart pressed like a flower between ribcage pages
every beat blooming in the blouse in the backseat
the blood fertilizing gravel that will never grow to seed
if it does it never grows nice things
Spittle flies in my face.
I stare him down. He glares at me.
"You don't know anything!"
Shouts he, veins throbbing on his brow.
"Not all people with guns are killers,
"Not all guns will be used for harm,
No one held him
As life slipped away
He breathed in the last piece of this world
As a target surrounded by
Preconceived ideas
Of who he used to be
Who he was before
Fresh flesh bleeds upon the ancient grounds of history
Flesh that isn't our own
Those chunks of human life belong to our brothers and sisters born to delete the wrong doings of war sickened people.
They fight.
Suspicious, what a way to describe you.
I am suspicious, too.
I walk around black
and wear a hoodie so I "slang clack."
Why can't I wear this 'cause I'm cold?
I drudge myself to a rangewhere boys were buzzingby the riflesFantasizing themselves as Cowboysriding the long ride togetherI tried my hand at the complex contraption
GUNSI am at the mall shopping with my best friend laughing and dreamingof how I will look in my new outfit.I don’t understand.Why is everyone screaming? Chaos.
What’s up with these kids in schools
Why do they think it’s ok
To run around toting guns
And slaying in the hallways
What makes them think they’ve got the right
To take someone’s life
They say I'm young and black
Which means I'm going to be a threat
When we walk in the store they get straped
And the cops always on your back
Some do them like O-dog
Some do them like Treyvon
They say I'm young and black
Which means I'm going to be a threat
When we walk in the store they get straped
And the cops always on your back
Some do them like O-dog
Some do them like Treyvon
Please excuse my color...
White man that fears me,
excuse the color of the skin I was born in.
Im sorry that the dark pigmentation send shivers down your spine.
I was born this way, you see.
What people think when the see a white mom with kids
Oh she works so hard.
They're so cute!
They must be a handful
oh terriable two's!
What people think when they see a black mom with kids
My School choses hate and discriminate
No time for peace
There’s only time to incriminate
With regular visits from the police
Rumors decide the students’ futures
Where my brother?
Where were you when they took my brother?
Can you hear him? He is safe now, he has made it home,
But why did you let him take my brother!
We was not saint nor sinner but he was my brother.
The room goes cold
The door squeaks open
And footsteps grow louder
A hand grabs the covers
"I can sleep through gunfire,"
He said to me one nightDouble parked in parking lotHalf past closing time
Will this gun violence ever stop?
Will we have to wait till we've heard the trigger click of the last glock?
City Streets of Chicago,
my hometown, my motto
Everyday I hear on the news someone got shot,
Bang Bang,Bang Bang,Bang Bang,
6 shot's fired, 3 dead
found in the parking lot.
It's a different kind of broken heart
The kind where it feels like you fell apart
Like someone took a dart
and threw it directly through your heart
I never thought I'd feel this way
That light that you see
It isn't me.
My light is broken there is no way for it to be repaired.
By the time I matter, Will it be too late?
Will people debate my soul's resting place?
Will they predict who I could have been?
Will by deeds outweigh by sins?
Will they consider these circumstances?
A changing world we live in
Where are the times when logic was alive
Where fast killing booming sticks didnt kill the young,
causing castrophic dive,
A place where we seek ever lasting peace,
Bang
That’s the sound that makes everyone run.
It makes them scream,
It makes them cry,
It makes them deceived.
So easily we forget,
Man is False.
Man is Imperfect.
Man is Wrong.
If he wanted the arizona tea and skittles... he could've asked,
a life pressed rewind from the first breath to the last,
Seventeen, young and dead
From one man's gun he bled
Court, Trial, and Verdict
Zimmerman was the one the jury picked
He would leave a free man
Defense was the reason at hand
What ever happened to the innocent hellos? And the guys mesmerized by a girls eyes.. The days where you had to ask a dad for a date..and he decides yes or no.. And a first kiss meant everything..
Through the concrete jungle
This epidemic is slowly spreading like AIDS through veins
Standing, gun on their waist smile embedded on their face
Book bag on their shoulder and a fitted hat to the back
The change for Tayvon starts with me.
A young black indivdual who became livid behind the fact that another black soul was taken from this earth.
When a murderer walks free,
Are you still proud to be an American?
And when an innocent teen is killed,
Why does the killer walk free?
When a man is shot,
Do you blame the victim?
I am not Trayvon Martin....
but I know what it feels like to wear my
favorite hoodie that's a little too dark for
those who were taught to fear darker things
You want an idea of human rights,but are you ready to listen to the fights.Listen, listen carefully to my rhymes,about the absurd things occurring in prime time.You know about these absentees,
It’s 2013 and look how far we have come.
Maybe we should say, its 2013 and look how far we have not.
Walking down the street, middle of the night
In Sanford,Florida 2012
Trayvon Martin was shot but who's going to jail
Word says that Zimmerman shot him and pleaded self-defense
But who really knows the truth without real evidence
Policeman left to right
You Walk Around With A Gun In Your Hand
So You Assume That Makes You Tha MAN?
You Disrespecting Your Mother So I Know You Respect No Other
But It's Respect That You Demand
Because You're "THE MAN"
I have come to the realizationthat as a woman of colorI will one day havewith the bittersweet blessingto give birth to a beautiful black baby.Only the third timeI have labeled somethingbittersweet.
They say it's the gun that we should fear. But listen to this. This gun that I hold, listen to it, it cannot walk, talk, or feel. This gun cannot be held responsible for actions of a hurt heart.
I’m depressed
which is probably normal for a teenager suppressed from any social life
because I balance eight classes, seven school activities, eating, sleep, procrastination and more sleep.
wake up one day take a look in the mirror
i have something to say my message must be clearer
i will not be a statistic so my think must stay logistic,
theres a lot of wrong in this cruel little world
He was young, you were young. You were friends were you not? So why did you go and do such a stupid thing? You ended his life, you ended your own too. Was there a reason? Shed some light please!
BANG! A shot shatters the silence of night and tears open the chest of a 16 year old boy.
His body hits the sidewalk that he walked for the majority of his life.
The homeless starve on the streets,
And the people never stopping, never sharing a glance, never sharing a thought.
There’s a rhythm that haunts me.
Ssssssssssssouth Siiiiiiide,
Represent,
And die.
I hate the color blue,
I hate the color red.
My eyes are blue,
My blood is red.
I hate myself.
Cold metal is no longer terror,
‘Till cold metal becomes warm,
Cold metal is her weakness,
Yet a friend that always warns.
"Violence is not the answer" -
this all smart people know.
But "Guns cause the problems,
and so they must go" -
This second phrase is
added by the ones
who see the threat not as
Red Orange yellow Green blue and violet
The colors of the rainbow but
Isn't it funny that you and my colors aren't there
So nonexistent like some say God is but
It's not what you see it's what you feel
Guns don’t kill people
People kill people
People with guns kill people
People for fun kill people
People with psychotic dispositions kill people
People with the wrong mental composition kill people
Bang, bang.
No sleeping tonight.
The Sand Man won't come,
No child will dream.
Blasphemy on sight.
Whole room grew quiet as your mother cried.
"He's been killed," they said, "execution style."
She'd just found out her first-born son had died,
Crime scene so gruesome and bloody and vile.
The Windy City
Where guns haunt innocent souls
This city is cold
The world claims to care
With more killings than the war
It is hard to sleep
Dear Jordan Davis,
When you felt 8 foreign metals scratch its way through your chest,
did it drown out the music?
I wish my phone would ring
I call home, waiting alone, dial tone screams
my mind's cold behind this blindfold of space and time
I can't escape it I'm
waiting
and like a fine rope this line holds
The destruction it leaves
the people who grieve
Is it worth it to have
a weapon that leaves people so sad?
We need them to hunt
we need them to survive
but some people just have them
ghastly silence crept in
like high tide in spring. flooding. subduing.
spilling
over echoes of playful banter. one, two, buckle my shhh---
until
