By Cassidy Palmer

Tomorrow, I hope they tell me I’m too young. I hope they whisk me away from the darkness that is our world's people. I hope that a change happens, one that further advances our society in terms of our manners and moral fiber. Because between you and me, I am sick of the loud bangs that echo throughout the corridors and sear into the sorrow-filled night of the weeping family, torn apart by the machine operated by man. Somebody who was treated wrong could have been treated right. And I hope the sun as if it were the souls of those gone, rises over the graves of the weak, the scared, the strong, and the heroes, and we finally declare justice on the shadows of the bad. 



YWP Instructor

More by The ELM