Gun Violence

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Nowadays, holding the door for a stranger could be the difference between a normal day and a mass shooting.   Sad, isn't it?
Checklist for a teacher; remember that there are no guarantees. No city is safe in this place that touts the gun-waving will save you. No, I don't want to be a teacher equipped with a gun A gun doesn't stop another gun
Institutions are a model train set of the politicians and their supporters. The only thing that seems right to me is to follow the golden rule. In a society of mass shootings and
Snap was all that was heard,A hunter misses his bird, He cursed the twig asunder,Reaching for his powder and plunger, lost though his chance at a partridge,He continued, Bit off his cartridge,
  My white  so thin skinned yet precision skilled to fillet and kill any soul that’s melanated    Unabated savagery 
Bullets have no name All you have to do is be in frame Be in the vicinity and you may get hit   But some legislators don't give a damn What will it take to put measures in order
I am anchored here: four walls and a kitchen from which a holy spring flows, imbued with chlorine, fluoride, and trihalomethanes, words which sound like spells without the rhythmic bounce found in nature.
When will it stop?  This merciless killing of innocent victims and children It's chilling This ain't a world that I wanna raise kids in
We lived with the land. One day strangers came, wearing garments in which they could not hunt or gather food. How do they sustain themselves?
I went to a new school When I was six years old One day our teacher got a call Hide. Is what we were told   Kids went under desks and into closets Hide anywhere you can!
A day that most people would know to be a romantic holiday where you spend it with your loved ones 
Waking up, thinking about back in the day. The kids got up, went outside to play. Things was groovy, hey. Until everything started to change. The world suddenly got rearraged. The people really went deranged.
oh sweet child; you don't deserve this to see the cold, hard metal pointed at you to see your friends taken away in a black bag to not have time enough for your hot tears to dry on your cheeks
Bad Guy With a Gun   We have been studying Hamlet, but now I am sitting in a classroom with twenty five seniors in the dark.    
My bullets don't crave blood  My trigger doesn't trigger on its own  I don't pick my target Not the criminal to be blamed For the murderous deck of cards to be played The eerie soul that finds me
You fight for your right to guns with all your might Not just any guns But military grade guns that take the lives of  Innocent children and teens and teachers alike  
When I got on my knees for church And asked who am I doing this for? When I watched a man die on the street And wondered why anyone need be poor? When I heard students cry out for peers shot dead
  the clock is ticking and i am very afraid afraid to live in a world where i probably won't see my old age
  the clock is ticking and i am very afraid afraid to live in a world where i probably won't see my old age
Is voting the only time you’re able to truly validate your voice? I’ve heard about the police brutality, the shootings, food insecurity But turning 18 is not the only time you get to make a choice  
I’m sick, of all the gun violence and hate The Hate U Give movie showed me that I’m sick and tired
You know when you wake up in the middle of the night and you choose to not wear your glasses?
I awake with a scream, my ears still ringing from the gunshots and yelling, the hymns we were singing. We march in the streets and we all yell some more. But it falls on deaf ears
Pay attention. I’ve got something to say Figured that this way, you’d listen People are dying. Mad Men with guns.
tolerate the hate  & label (wronG) "o.k." make the cUrved lines straight therfore power remaiNs great late... no souls to saVe tomb stones have been engraved 
I have been well acquainted with you, Death I have walked fearlessly --- and trembling back I have survived and heard their dying breath  
133.133 mass shootings. 133 situations where policeCalled loved ones,Family,Friends,To come in and to identifyThe bodies of victims who Never askedNever wantedNever seeked
The bang of a bullet firing The fear that follows The sight of my friends swimming in their own red pools And their mothers trying to save them from drowning
NIMBY is limbo, an escalator slinky  manifests attention deficit  of adults in America addled and hysterical   
I notice attempts to fulfill those needs Of protecting kids with safety measures. Back then, the only concerns were nosebleeds.   Why must I still see these tear-stained pictures,
One shot Two shot Three shot four Mama doesnt wanna send her kids to school anymore One down Two down Three down galore Tell me why our voices are so easy to ignore My life His life
stop taping young  people’s mouths shut and telling us where our places are   stop screaming over the voices of tomorrow  and stop telling us we don’t  know what we’re talking about
for lives lost at the end of a gun and those wounded at the hands of a bullet   i pray for your peace but more importantly  i pray for your justice   
10 Years from now, we’ll still be here; Arguing if measures will help the defenseless. The ever present fear will always be near.   There’s no reason to allow the Left to put me in fear,
We’ve stated concerns about the fears of violence in our halls, then waited silently as we burn. For some reason dress codes are stricter than our gun laws,
Safety. Does it even exist? High schools, middle schools, elementary's at risk. the gun in her bag went off but it was only a prequel three more kids 12-year-old girl shot four people.
Guns, Bombs, Air raids.   I watch in awe as the laughtr fades. One dead body, Three more on their way.   I wonder what their parents will say.   You start to wonder,
I saw you last week Smiling and laughing We weren't the best of friends but we were friends
The bodies weren’t even cold When people safe distances away Made jokes about the dead.   Their bodies are barely in the ground
Brazen youth facing the sun, we viewed the skies Azure blue temple spreads for miles from my eyes,  forests and beaches and foreign lands, we build new fleet A city that never dies vibrating beneath our feet
Another teardrop. Another demand for change. Denouncing gun laws While mourning for dead children. Shock and sorrow have left me.
A school shooting so damn close to home I know everyone says it but You never expect it to happen so close to you. Always seems so far away when it's on the news Until it happens to you
What has become of the world a vortex of death and destruction. Is it too much to ask for people to respect others to respect their decisions to respect their religion to respect their views
These lives ended by Guns used irresponsibly Makes me really sick, truly.
Full to the ceiling Parents and children alike Some get sick Some get stuck Harvesting tobacco They were bought with guns Full to the ceiling Parents and children alike Some are rich
When was the last time a young girl wasn’t dress-coded or sexualized just because it was 85 degrees outside? When was the last time an immigrant earned enough money from one job to support their family?
Being born on US soil means your life has more value Hate special snowflakes, unless it’s Matthew One life is worth more than 80,000 so long as it’s Christian
America, we are under attackas guns burst in our classroomsthe federal government signs the Patriot Actbecause we are wil
every single human on this earth has a purpose. every person has a complex and complete thought process and emotional reservoir that is utilized on a daily basis. every person has a mother, father, some have sisters and brothers.
Each Night,  I rub, I scrape and I fight. Each night I try to wash the pigment  I cry as my skin begins to redden I can't take it off. All of a sudden I stop.
Again, I am here Again, I am at a loss Again, I haves questions Again, there's no answers Again, a stastic Again, lives equals numbers Again, the desensitation Again, the lack of underestanding
Don't turn your head keep looking at the horror of fallen victims littering our streets with continued allegiance to the NRA as millions hope and pray their lives won't be the next in line
Rainbows or Solids Experience or Knowledge Christian or Atheist No matter what, here he is.   This is a child. This is someone's worthwhile. He is loved by someone, 
Turn it off Turn off the news Turn off The hurt The hurt The hurt It's too much to take Too much to understand So it's better to just not see It's better to just Turn it off
    My Father held a gun, and I did not feel safer It hurts to picture, its not fair that this Engrained in my brain Engrained in my brain. I was in the bathroom Running late
How do you tell a 5 year old someone's gone? How do you tell a 5 year old their best friend left? How do you tell a 5 year old a role model has disappeared? How do you tell a 5 year old a loved one is dead?  
When you catch the black-eyed man’s black eyes on the station platform and don’t think anything of it, because his eyes are only two in many  millions, maybe, or a thousand you’ve seen that day, only a little bit darker
I feel it in your voice I sense it in your stare I taste it in your tears, a battle fought for countless years
  Where violence went wrong So I’m sitting in my room all alone
POW. One is dead. POW. Now two.
In Baltimore, We have lost 92 of our men What’s stopping me From being number 93 This poem is for number 43   Michael Mayfield ROTC student, And gifted baseball player, His arm,
Why Why must I be here I see that the end is near What What do I feel Nothing, I don't think I will heal Who Who wanted my heart to stop working
Inspired by Billy Collins   It would be a lie to say I don’t have a habit of writing About every tragedy That is headlined on the evening news, A lie to say
As I stare him in the eye The nerve in my brain send a sensation to my right hand  My finger twitched  and.... Bang!    A innocent life hit the ground  like a ton of bricks 
I'm speaking in simple rhyme so you can hear my messageToo many songs sung and rapped about the sex messageDrugs and love don't mix, don't you know that?
Mother died today, although we didn't know it.Missing,she went missing, and it wasn't until the next daythat her body was found.
Bang! Bang! Like the shot heard around the world Another life lost on the curb. Once more, an innocent life unfurled.
I see a young man sauntering down the block at a comfortable pace smile across his face... who doesn’t love a lazy Sunday? POP!--POP!--POP! …....... every one drops
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