end gun violence
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Columbine, Parkland,
Boston Races;
So many lost, too many faces.
How long must this last?
We must end this epidemic fast!
'But how', they ask,
'Impossible!', they say.
We grow guns.
We place them in the hands of Americans and say,
"Go play."
The inevitable senseless violence that follows
is succeeded by senseless silence.
We cry
"Mental health"
We cry
So my identity is apparently the target on the balck dots for your gunsot.
Wait let me rephrase myself, GUNSHOTS!
And i say that in humility wit the hunger for justice that seems scarce in the streets of a coloured man's world.
Today I sat in the darkened kitchen
Convinced that a shooter was going to kill me
But in those moments
I realized what I loved
What I would miss
What I was truly grateful for
One
I did the right thing.
It became clear that no one else shared my concern.
There was a gun
In my dorm
Somewhere behind a closed door
History repeats itself like a broken a record.
200,000 years living together as a race,
but yet our society is stuck on hate.
Stuck on hate.
Stuck on hate.
Chicago, a city littered with violence,
gun shots serenade the night, from people comes silence,
A license to carry somehow became a license to kill,
Death has become more expected than a hospital bill.
“BANG, that’s what the gun said to the head”
My cousin said,
A smile on his face, pointer finger against my temple
Thumb cocked back
“You coulda been dead”
A joker isn’t always funny,
A house isn’t always a home,
A father isn’t always a dad,
A bad person isn’t always an enemy.
But twelve have passed, and thousands remain suffering.
And by now it is Thursday,
Gunshots go POW!
Another teen is gone from us now.
She who had a bright future,
Now walks with an angelic-like creature.
Cousin boo goes to jail,
The whole family prays to keep his soul from hell.
Unity
Five letters that mean so much,
It’s something you can feel but just can touch.
It’s a word that was meant to unite us,
Because often times we let subtle differences divide us.
give me reason why this pain feels so vain.
the fire so fast bullet skreaches throught my flesh,
the fire so fast im between life and death,
you watch western flicks of shootouts in the wild wild west back in the 60's
in ny, you have clowns that make wild cowboys look like rookies
there is a shootout here, there is a shootout there, when does it end
