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Mar 2018
It’s past the time we take a stand
within the shores we call our own.
Our country split, beliefs held tight
though voices hushed by fellow man.

The crack of guns in troubled hands
have bloodied floors of learned halls
and made us cry in distraught pain,
to see our young ones die for naught.

But though the crimson stains remain,
its youth rise up against the tide
of those who seek to serve themselves,
and make us hide our heads in shame.

Join with the youth who take this stand
and choose to make their voices heard,
for they are what our future holds,
and make us face our blackened souls.
Tribute to the student at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida.

All poems are copy written and soul property of Vicki Kralapp.
Vicki Kralapp
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Vicki Kralapp  Green Bay
(Green Bay)   
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