Dear Society,
How does one recover?
After panic
After seeing friends you knew so well
Get a bullet pierced through their ribs and fall to the ground
After running constantly to try and save yourself
Save others
My brother wrote a poem
On the back cover of his note book:
Falling rain does not remember
All the feelings that I had
With a gun in my hand
I felt as powerful
As I did powerless
These automatic weapons
Are the easy way out
We are angry
Yet if you fight with violence
I see you as a coward
I shun you will silence
And non violent protests
Falling rain did not remember
Falling rain came flooding through the sky
I will not stand alone tonight.