When History Speaks

I'm sorry.

And I guess that's all I can really say.

I watched them fall

watched and I couldn't do anything

at Columbine

at Sandy Hook

at Parkland.

I couldn't do anything

but watch

as their names turned to elegy

before they could grow old.

but I've watched your leaders

grow old in their seats

thrones built on lines

spines stiff with power

and hands too heavy to pass the torch.

I've written this chapter

over and over again

so many times

that the clock broke

before it could start ticking.

I've watched dreams and prayers

die in Congress.

Watched civilizations fall

because the old refused to turn to the young

because they refused change.

But now it's time.

I hope it is.

Maybe this time you won't be a footnote

at the bottom of the page.

Maybe this time you'll replace them 

if they refuse to move.

Please.

I'm begging you.

I can't watch the children die again.

Take this cursed pen out from my hands.

Write what I can't

and what they won't.

I'll remember.

Don't worry.

I'm History.

It's the only thing I can do.