By: Cedric McClester

They can never un-hear
The terror that they heard
They cannot forget
To put it in a word
Still nothing’s being done
Now isn’t that absurd
Because our lines of reasoning
Clearly have been blurred

They can never erase
The memories from that day
Nor in any case can they
Wash the blood away
Like a stain of indelible ink
It will permanently stay
Somewhere in their subconscious
Where it will always lay

How can they forget
That it even occurred
It’s something they regret
As opposed to preferred
Nothing’s being done
Maybe it never will
We so revere the gun
That we’re prone to ****

If we never try
Then we’re destined to fail
Until there’s only us
Left around to assail
Are we ever gonna
Come to our senses
I wish that we knew
How to mend our broken fences








Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2018.  All rights reserved.