The snowflakes fall like children's lives.
Every morning I wake up,
Hide the pain, and the tears,
Put on invisible armor
While my heart is punctured with spears.
Armor that protects my body from bullets
That are made of hard steel, and stinging words
As I trudge through the halls,
With doubt in my mind,
And fear in my heart,
Listening for the boom of a gun.
Every time I hug my mother,
Or kiss her cheek to say goodbye,
I wonder if it will be the last time,
And wonder how she will survive.
And when I am home, I know I am safe,
Yet I watch the news with tears on my face,
As the fat cats sit back with their small hearts exposed,
Sending thoughts and prayers, while schools foreclose.
Lives have barely begun
before they are shot down.
And tragedy spreads like an epidemic,
Hitting town after town.
There is no cure, this will be our end,
Since people refuse to act.
We raise our voices, scream ourselves hoarse,
The idea of a shooting is no longer abstract.