so you say that we are from the people
who buried their dead
and you say that when
the world ends, we will simply learn to fall
if there will still be love when we convince
that everything is still alright.
but how can we love the children that
we lie to…
and how can we trust those who
when you look me in the eyes next time,
or when you look at that spot, right beside
i will remember our dead,
and i will remember
how you never truly meant to leave flowers.
stop gun violence. rest in peace.