Let's talk about something.
It's no longer an elephant in the room.
It's a elephant dancing on the chests of kindergarteners
making them choke for air.
The eyes of America's next generation
are rolling back in their heads
like your cups of tea roll in their saucers
as you sip idly and watch the news.
A sister's name is ment for soft goodnights,
something to slip between burst of laughter.
Not something to scream in terror
because the alarms are going off and you forgot to tell her you loved her.
When we said we wanted to live in a storybook,
we didn't mean some twisted dystopian
where we get shot at while learning.
Maybe you're not seeing clearly
because of all the blood and coins
covering up the truth.
How come we've seen so many "Child Dead" headlines
our minds have built up such an immunity to them