Ninety One

On average, ninety one people a day are killed by a gun. 

Ninety one people with stories,

with families and friends,

people with problems.

Ninety one people whose lives were worth so much more than the bullet that took them.

The shy girl next door, or the old man who held a door open for you with a kind smile.

People with opinions and thoughts and feelings!

People made of skin and bone, just like you and me.

 

We seem to almost ignore as a world that there is only one Earth. 

No border lines or oceans can stop us from doing anything if only we unite.

We may have different beliefs, skin tones, and nationalities,

But we must never be fueled this much by hate as we are now.

 

Ninety one people a day can add up to a lot of lives stolen.

If we never work as a team,

we won't manage to save this one earth we have.

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