NeverAgain
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We're the generation with bodybags
We're the generation with hashtags
We're the ones marching
We're the ones trying
We don't want your prayers
We're tired of scares
We're with Parkland
15
No one cares
Video games did it
Thoughts and Prayers
33
No one cares
Mental illness
Thoughts and Prayers
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No one cares
Not the guns
While everyone else is having fun
A person is out there buying a gun
We have all these laws and the second amendment
I checked my schdeule today
Yellow on tuesday
You fooled me
I believed in us
You fooled me!
I helped make you first
And you made me yellow
Yellow on Tuesday
stared at her
The girl I loved
And she stared back
As tears glistened
In her deep brown
Glossy eyes
She took my hand
With hers
She took my hand
Why do the clouds cry?
Could it be for me?
Deprived of name, flesh, and shoe, trapped in an endless cycle of resentment.
My only crime being that I am different.
The trust that I gave you was nothing more than a gift of mineIn which you used that to your advantage Waiting opening the gift with secrets all of mineAnd one of yours which was the most important secret of them allThat in which I did not see the
The Choices You Make
Doesn't matter what the press says And show the world your beliefs
Theresienstadt:
Ghetto/Camp/Hope for Better Fate
Model ghetto
They could take our names,
They could take our skin,
Our hair,
They could take our lives,
And everything that made us
Human.
But they can’t take our faith.
They bond we have,
Screams,
Shouts,
As the black smoke fills the heavy air.
Families ripped apart,
“boys and men to one side—
Women and girls on the other”
Repeated day after day.
No food,
No water.
Here,
They came at night
Breaking doors and windows
Like they broke my mother’s heart.
We were forced into cattle cars
Crammed together like sardines
In a smelly, dirty, sweltering box.
A silver yawn
her intake of breath
And she closes her eyes
and stretches her sobbing limbs.
