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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?
Officer Paul said, “I thought it was a gun, so I started to shoot.”   We say, “if you can't tell the difference between a gun and a taser, then maybe don’t shoot.”  
Guns are stupid, Most of us are clearly unsuited.   We can’t even remember to water the plans or pay attention in class. Don’t you think if minimal things can’t be done, owning a gun would just make us an ass.
Fifty percent of Americans say they personally know someone who has been shot. Doesn’t that make your skin crawl and make you think “hmm... maybe something needs to be untaught.”   No? Just me. 
Why have greater gun control, Why waste time when there’s bigger issues to meet at goal?   Is it because the nearly half a hundred thousand lives aren’t enough? 
they squeeze the fiberglass grip, head down,  arms at side. one hand, situates a fist. the other, houses a Glock,
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
Children of the world, What wishes can I send your way and what words of wisdom give? And more, how can I make these new and powerful- words and wishes to be received with impact?
Hands    holding hands in a nervous embrace   Hands    holding hands in a last prayer to god
Children walking the halls Lovers kissing in the stairwell Friends sharing a joke between classes  Tired students scrambling  Half-finished homework in their hands
With each bullet I take I wonder how many lives I save. Laying on the cold ground I feel no warmth, hear no sound. It wasn't bravery, nor anger just fear for every stranger.  
The chaos within me ensues  Drowning my thoughts    While I sought  For what was left of me  The views Within my soul  Were nothing but cold    I am no longer who i was 
Thoughts and Prayers   My thoughts and prayers are not enough.   I think about how I wanted to start this poem by quoting
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.    
Our blood is red,Straight ahead it runs,In tons,To the heart that beats
Guns Don't Kill People  Guns Don't Kill People  People kill People  Repeat it again Repeat it again That gun is your frienddd
If you go outside You will hear the sounds of a country A country that used to be a place of refuge That is now becoming the opposite  
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  
How many more newscasts before we decide it's enough? How many more broken parents and friends before we choose to make a change?  How many more children need to die before anyone can say goodbye? 
Day in and day out. Through the halls and down coridors. He walks with vegance. Little could see nor understand. Sirens scream as hallways drip. Thankful to no longer be a target. Eyes close in the ER.
"Support my rights" you say, "I do, but I want to live another day." The fear and panic has begun It's not a drill, our time is done. Silence. Tears. Texts and calls. Some will live and some will fall. 
"Support my rights" you say, "I do, but I want to live another day." The fear and panic has begun It's not a drill, our time is done. Silence. Tears. Texts and calls. Some will live and some will fall. 
Grey skies overhead. Blue seas below, waving. Green trees, hoping for a chance to start anew. Red fire giving trees a chance. Grey skies put the fire out, the sea ceases its spread, the trees start anew.
he was shot, In the back. We knew what was comIng, we had for a while, the man came to our doorStep, but didn't make a sound. we knew He was here to take, not to give, the man began to steal, to rob and to threat.
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 sound comes from down the hall It draws nearer as you fill with dread   They reach the classroom   Shots fire through the room
  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
she who has the pussy makes the cashshe who makes the cash holds the gun. she who holds the gun pulls the trigger. she who pulled the trigger had to run. and she keeps on runnin...
Can it happen here? Brutality and inhumanity Packaged as isolated tragedy Rooted in insanity Caused not by guns but by mental incompatibility With idealistic libertarian reality.
Why do they keep doing this to me? Don't they know I'm F'ed up on several meds? That I'm emotionally unstable?
Words are our most efficient guns
Hands raised in a manilla classroom Walls plain, littered with 20th-century posters Faces unamused, drifting into unconsciousness
I am of the youth One with such a small voice But though I cannot cast a ballot I can still scream, and think like any other I still have the right to make my own decisions  
We grew up differently We grew up like no one else Our childhoods were defined by fear They were defined by terror   We grew up knowing nothing but violence
Wouldn't it be a great day to live in silence Stop the shooting and free up the violence Join together and fight for our justice instead Wouldn't it be great to take the bullet out of a gun
What kind of a world do we live in Where children who are just learning How to read How to write Are gunned down in their classrooms
Everyday, it's a new place with the same story Pray for here, my heart breaks for there People taking action in comment sections Not at polls Everyday, they cry for justice
15 No one cares Video games did it Thoughts and Prayers   33 No one cares Mental illness  Thoughts and Prayers   27 No one cares Not the guns
“When a school bell rings!” RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING! There goes the bell for the first period of my high school monotony Yet, with each shattering clang of metal, my heart beats faster
For the victims, I’m sorry. I’m sorry because your country has failed you, as it has failed countless others before you, and unless we make changes
This piece is a comment on gun violence in America, an issue I am incredibly passionate about. I participated in the March for Our Lives in my city and have been a vocal part of my community on this issue.
I remember the nightmare– No, the February afternoon– When the garden shifted for what we dream could be the last time  It was impossible to watch such a disgusting tragedy  But our eyes were clawed open
“There’s a walkout” was whispered, planned, carried out. At ten a.m. some filed out, avoided the stares and glares and skeptical looks.  We met in the quad, we shared our thoughts, acknowledged that prayers just weren’t enough. 
The doors were never locked Always open The children never scared Always feeling safe and never out of place
We need to have control. Not control on how we’re taught or what we wear, but on the weapons put on display to be seen everywhere.
As a kid two brothers on either side of my timeline our play time was mostly outside, playing violent baseball and digging up worms for fishing. In doing this I never understood
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING! There goes the bell for the first period of my high school monotony Yet, with each shattering clang of metal, my heart beats faster
Author's Note: I wrote this the day after the Stoneman Douglas Shooting on February Fourteenth, 2018.  
I have been well acquainted with you, Death I have walked fearlessly --- and trembling back I have survived and heard their dying breath  
my dad and i sit in the car discussing the parkland shooting and he says to me, “the media did a good job this time making sure they got all the kids upset.”“the media?” i ask.“yeah, it’s not like you guys were gonna do anything.
Y’all will never changeY’all will never changeTalk about the hateBut y’all still causing pain Nd Y’all won’t neva bang Cause Y’all can’t neva rideWhy y’all Watched him dieOn ya Insta live ?
Do you need it? Do you need the capability to take a life? Does the life on the other end of the gun have less value than yours? Do you need to allow your anger to result in the pulling of a lethal trigger?
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
How many more need to die? I wonder why. I wonder how many families cry because The till is filled, but even still One bullet, two kills.
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   
Decrease the heat, in the streets, It's lethal, Increase the peace, murder beats, Not people.
Dear the Future, Can you see us? Can you see the wounds, Can you see the deaths, Can you see the grief, Can you see the fear? Do you remember us? Do you know how many fear the future?
The heavy metal became the pedal for the pedestal at the federal level. The ones who control take the toll of soul, painting black. The ones who've yelled pull to the man in black,
It’s sickening. Makes me want to vomit. Makes me wonder what this Earth wants And why everyone’s on it. 2018 was supposed to be The year I graduate,
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,
He drew a line and stood behind it and dared not step across, he said, my principals are just no matter what your loss.   He has rights he must defend but our children pay the cost,
As shards of death now ricochet through chalk-dust and despair and adolescents cower in heartbeat cupboards under stairs; as blood encrusted peepholes fear that darkness does not care,
i walked out for what i hope to be a better future   can't you see these devices called guns are killing us all
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 take a knee In solidarity With my oppressed brothers and sisters For I am not free
Heart stops builts fly out people dropping like the autumn leafs  but theres no doubt about it and i'll shout it out that the grief will eventally end   bang bang bloody dollars fill up your pockets 
If we are old enough to get shot we are old enough to speak up If we are old enough to buy guns we are old enough to play the drums of war  
Use your  Voice.  Not a  Gun.  Education is the best opportunity my poverty-ridden eyes have seen. 
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
Every day there’s a new tragedy plaguing the headlines of newspapers and magazines When did we forget how to love? instead learn how to hate
28 That's how many shootings have happened In my 17 years of life   28 That's how many times I've watched Faces and names scroll across screen Lives lost, loved ones heart broken  
A Defense From Tyranny By: Nicholas Boesch   Why own guns? One might ask. And another might say Why let the government get in your way?
War hungry yet peace seeking. Assault rifles for protection. White privilege in a country built on immigrants. Home of the brave but afraid of innocent Muslims.
In America, we are free To do what we wish Thus, with joy we cry And oh how we pray That freedom has not died For if she dies we are lost
  Faces facing forward, Focus Fixated on the Flag. God Bless America, Land of the Free and those Good-for-Nothing Mexican Scumbags.   Hand over Heart, Hand over Ears, over Eyes,
Orlando. <br/>Another name now shorthand for tragedy.<br/>Another line drawn in time, <br/>A before and after, <br/>Things will never be the same.<br/>Another mass shooting.
Pursuit of happiness, liberty, and life, tell yourself that it is how it is But where’s happiness and liberty when there’s no life to begin with? Don’t make no sense   Ever since 2008, Obama has been on the debate
I think it's officially my lifeI hear original narratives and think of all the people going through strifeIt's plaguing their lives and here I am writing about my #FirstWorldProblems
What is this piece in my hand? The bullet and bullet shells coordinate as a band. It sometimes be on water or land.   As time evolve, we evolve at the same time that a musket looks like a papergun
With the power to destroy in their own hands Rage and indignation dominate their stands Fearless and unknowing of the consequence This only leaves me questioning their competence
Closing the lockers, I head to class. I smile at friends and laugh at jokes. A normal day really. The clock is ticking, counting my last moments. Of course, I don't know that.
Another child. Another friend. Another son. Another daughter. Another neighbor. Another cousin. Another mother. Another father. Another lover. Another classmate.
The mouth of the metal monster the maw of the morbid mother the giver of gold or gall picking out the particular person plucking out precious people maker of more monopolies
I have always dreamed of being a toy train. Spreading smiles on happy boyish faces But have I ever drawn a smile on a face?
A heart pressed like a flower between ribcage pages every beat blooming in the blouse in the backseat the blood fertilizing gravel that will never grow to seed if it does it never grows nice things
once aGain, lives were lost,
If I could change just one thing What could possibly suffice? Could I break the bonds of hatred,and save an unborn life? Could I pause the hands of time for just one reason, a reason To cling? 
Its crazy how mothers and fathers Bury their children now days One day they conceive em And then their fading away Out of your life And out of your way Got police knocking At your door
On my path, I'm headed for hell Today, I snuck in God's house 'cause he don't know me that well But upon entrance a preacher caught me and called me by name He said "I don't know why you're here, but I'm glad that you came,"
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