Mourning on school mornings
as you take your children to the bus stop
hope their hearts won’t stop
bullet shells drop
and moments of silence
will never balance their cries
or your rage
or put others at ease
it will never
combat the kids in the halls
saying “we don’t care”
with a rib cage full of hate
it will never
get those of ignorance to think
the people cant listen to moments of silence
so be louder than the gunshots
because I’m tired of listening to those.
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 11:23 AM UTC
Mourning on school mornings
as you take your children to the bus stop
hope their hearts won’t stop
bullet shells drop
and moments of silence
will never balance their cries
or your rage
or put others at ease
it will never
combat the kids in the halls
saying “we don’t care”
with a rib cage full of hate
it will never
get those of ignorance to think
the people cant listen to moments of silence
so be louder than the gunshots
because I’m tired of listening to those.
Written// 2018
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