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Why can't I send my child to school
Without the threat of death
Hanging like a noose over my head
A warning-
Reminding me that this world we live in,
Isn't safe like they want us to think.
We pride ourselves on a freedom,
That relies on our ability
To accept that weapons should be held,
In the highest regard,
Even when they are held to our hearts
And held to our heads in hate.
An education these days
Depends on our willingness to part with our children-
Say goodbye everyday
Not knowing if they will come back-
Because maybe,
They might find themselves staring at a gun,
Pointed at them with clear intent to kill,
Hate hate hate,
Will swirl around the trigger and fire,
Not caring that it means the noose ties around my neck-
And pulls.
Because I sent my child to school.
And they died for it.
Will there even be surprise?
Will they just accept their fate
Because its scary-
They have to practise gun drills
More than fire drills
Flames have nothing
On a semi automatic with the safety off
Poised and ready to kill.
Dear America,
What will it take,
Please tell us-
Because we will climb mountains,
For the children we are not ready to say goodbye to.
Not today.
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A/N I wrote this for the Parkland school shooting but forgot to post it but timing is irrelavent because there have been so many since then as well. One day, I want to stop writing poems about guns.
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