*BANG*
You're six years old and on the playground with your friends, one of whom who has just been shot and is bleeding out.
*BANG*
You're ten years old in the hospital wing with a bullet in your lung, a fellow student brought a gun and opened fire,
*BANG BANG*
You're fifteen years old and running for your life, past three lifeless students. One of whom you had class with this morning.
*BANG*
You see the perpetrator on the screen of your television — hey isn't that the boy from down the street? — what? no? This isn't right why—
*BANG*
17 dead, several more wounded.
Parkland.
No notoriety they said.
Yet his name is global.
*BANG BANG*
Its now 2019, it's only May and there's been 15 more shootings
*BANG*
That's four more dead
*BANG*
Thats 17 more wounded
*BANG*
He died a hero
*BANG*
When did going to school become more about fearing your life, than the school yard bullies?
They tell us that we are the future,
Yet how can we be the future when
Our futures end with a simple
Bang.
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Life's poetry
PoetryPoetry is a form of expression that allows my soul to speak. This is my collection of poems that talk about life, love, heartbreak, death, and any other experience that I've faced in my life.
