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Feb 2018
A lump in my throat like I dry swallowed pills
Replaces the excitement that I no longer feel
And there is no explanation, no reason why
That can satisfy this feeling, it can't be justified
No child, no teen, no student should feel
Fear and anxiety just going to school
We want an education
We don’t want to be shot
Accept your “thoughts and prayers”
No! We will not.
“There’s nothing to be done” while you sit and collect
The NRA might pay you but we will not let
This keeps happening over and over
We won’t sit idle while our friends are deprived the right of growing older.
All because of you and your stupid *** laws
“We call BS” look at the pain you’ve caused
So many dead, and it won't stop there
“We call BS” because we know you don’t care
We want change, not your “thoughts and prayers”
“America the Great” “The Land of the Free”
Free to buy guns so easily
“Guns don’t ****, people do”
But if he’d had a knife, I might still have you
“We call BS”, If I was green they would care
“We call BS” We shouldn’t have to be scared
Marina La Verde
Written by
Marina La Verde  16/F/America
(16/F/America)   
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   Starving Artist
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