The T.V. blares
With sounds of people talking.
Endless chatter.
The same words on repeat.
"Shooting."
"Gunfire."
"Dead."
"...Why?"
Why, indeed.
But in a few months it will be forgotten
And we will never truly know
Why.
Quick to blame the object
With no consciousness
And no control over its actions.
Arguments for limitation
On possible violence
But no true end to violence.
They will forget the reason,
The sorrow,
For why they argue,
But keep searching for solutions where they won't be found:
In division,
Derision,
When they don't even know what they're talking about.
Do not be mistaken,
I am no friend of the second amendment,
Though
I am neither a foe.
Legal limitations lead to illegal liveliness.
Where do you think automatic weapons are bought?
From an approved distributor?
I thought not.
Let them mourn while it's convenient,
Let them speak out while it suits them,
But there is no true solution,
So keep your mind open.
*A/N: Does this count as social/political commentary? Hope it's not too controversial for y'all.
Always remember that day. Remember that you are always living history. What's happening around you is important, and scary, and terribly amazing, and awe-inspiring. Be mindful. Be inspired. Pay attention.
***actually forgot about this draft. It's a couple years old now, but I wouldn't say it's unrelated to current public controversy. Now's as good a time as any
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Disturbing the Universe
PoetryA collection of the things I am feeling, have experienced, or have realized, told through my own or other perspectives. Probably written in prose; it may or may not rhyme on occasion. By the way, the title is also a reference to one of my favorite e...
