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Feeling unsafe., Friends died, Let us march beside them.., loss of innocence, Make change happen., Poetry by Yu/stan/kema., School shootings, Survivors arise, Take social action, violence, Vote.
The children came to school,
feeling quite secure,
safe within the womb
of their belief:
” I know I’ll live forever.”
They followed old routines,
told jokes that made them laugh,
made contact with each other,
and felt such huge relief
at leaving home behind.
Students sat on wood seats,
focused on a young teacher,
who tried to pour facts
into distracted minds.
A fire alarm went off.
They rose and marched together
to the opened hallways
Where death waited.
They did not know the horror
that lurked around the corner.
The noise of shuffling feet
drowned out the awful sound
of bullets sliding in to place.
The shooter opened fire,
and students were hit.
Young bodies jerked,
As pent-up anger
Found a quick release.
The shooter felt the power
Flowing from his rifle.
Students fell down
and became like children, crying:
” Please, someone help us.”
“Were in need of care.”
Friends sat and whispered
to the dying, these words:
“I really love you, man.”
Tears dropped on bodies
that would never move again
and eyes that could not see.
When the shooting ended,
and their arms stopped shaking,
the Survivors came together
and talked about their feelings.
and the need to be safe.
They had lost their innocence.
Friends were gone forever.
They wanted to take action,
To prevent school violence
From happening again.
They have formed an army
To reach the souls of men,
To encourage them to vote
To keep all children safe,
and honor those who died.
.
Let us march beside them
and lift our voices too,
and vote with our conscience,
to make change come true,
for them, for me, and you.
-Yu/stan/kema-
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