Bullets.
One for boy who just earned his first A on a test ,
one for girl who had promised her little sister a trip to the playground.
Every time,
we say it's the last time.
“No longer
will children wave their parents goodbye,”
They say,
“and board the school bus
never to return.”
Bullets.
One for the kid who had a birthday cake to go home to,
one for the child who played hockey after school.
In the home of the brave,
who will stand up
to all these blind politicians
getting money from gun companies,
not caring
who ends up on either side of that rifle?
Bullets.
One for the girl who played football at recess,
one for the boy who stood up to the bullies.
We are coming.
Our throats are sore
from being silent so long,
But now, we are screaming.
We stand for justice and peace,
We lie for symbolism, in remembrance.
We are coming.
We will persevere.
One for boy who just earned his first A on a test ,
one for girl who had promised her little sister a trip to the playground.
Every time,
we say it's the last time.
“No longer
will children wave their parents goodbye,”
They say,
“and board the school bus
never to return.”
Bullets.
One for the kid who had a birthday cake to go home to,
one for the child who played hockey after school.
In the home of the brave,
who will stand up
to all these blind politicians
getting money from gun companies,
not caring
who ends up on either side of that rifle?
Bullets.
One for the girl who played football at recess,
one for the boy who stood up to the bullies.
We are coming.
Our throats are sore
from being silent so long,
But now, we are screaming.
We stand for justice and peace,
We lie for symbolism, in remembrance.
We are coming.
We will persevere.
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aesythe
Feb 28, 2018
Reading this can only continue igniting the fire in all of us, and I thank you for sharing it. You bring the human aspect back into a political issue, and that's exactly as it should be. Instead of making this about the politicians, you make this about the students who lost their lives (even if it's just your fictional interpretation of them). They were PEOPLE, not numbers. They had friend dates and birthdays and families and hobbies, yes - and you don't let the reader forget it.