The Real Price of the Uvalde Massacre

When the children of America go to school,

We expect them to come back.

We expect them to run up from the bus stop,

Keychains jingling,

Mouth filled with stories about their day.
What we do not expect

Is a phone call.

“Our deepest condolences- 

your child has passed from this earth.”

No words

No cards

No flowers 

Can console a family’s pain
A pain so ripping, 

It feels like your heart is about to 

Burst
A pain so internal

No one else could possibly

Understand
It’s the second amendment, they say.

It’s our right, they say.

What do they say about this?
19 children’s lives snuffed out

Along with 2 teachers-

21 in total.
21 human beings

That will never see their parents

Grandparents

Cousins

Aunts

Uncles

And pets 

Ever again
21 human beings

Whose parents

Grandparents

Cousins

Aunts

Uncles

And pets

Will never see again
I pray for those who lost someone,

As well for those who have been lost.
And for the rest of us,

We must understand

And embrace the change that is

Needed.
This must never happen again.