ANOTHER SHOOTING IN AMERICA
WHAT CAN WE ALL DO
MORE INNOCENT LIVES TAKEN
NOT REALLY  ONE BUT A FEW



A 17 YEAR OLD YOUNG MAN
WITH A DEEPLY TROUBLED PAST
THOUGHT THAT TO TAKE THESE LIVES
IN HIS HEART NOW REMORSE WILL LAST



300 HUNDRED MILLION GUNS
ARE IN THE AMERICAN GREAT NATION
IN THE HANDS OF TROUBLED CITIZENS
GUNS WERE NOT GODS CREATION



WHICH PRESIDENT WILL FINALLY
TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR MANKIND
AND STOP HIDING BEHIND GUN CONTROL
AND LEAVE ALL THIS DEATH BEHIND


STOP THE GUNS AND BRING PEACE TO LIVES AFFECTED BY THESE SENSELESS KILLINGS

recently
after every massacre
by some fanaticized pathological idiots
politicians call upon their citizens
to come together
and pray for the murdered and their families

this is absolutely appropriate

but it seems
that ever since 9/11
the nation only comes together
AFTER more of its members have been killed

I wish very much
that the nation
   AND politicians
would come together
BEFORE  the next massacre
and take appropriate action
to prevent such disasters
in the first place

shivers fill the bellies of oceans
              swell to skies their wailing waves
rivers curdle in fear turning black
     reflecting dark demonic clouds of hate

             from a crack in clouds
             peeks a helpless sun

in the deathly silence of vales
                          line rowdy chariots of war
murderous to be pursuit of wheels
          more Earth to be stained with blood

Mirror Mirror on the wall
Who's the fairest of them all?
A lady wearing white and she's quite tall
Running, slipping into the waterfalls
Liquid pierce her skin, she heard the killercall
"Lady, lady where did you fall?"
Tears mixing with water, she never felt so small
In the forest where she's the prey, predators are all
She swam to the ends and at the end the lady crawl
Her appearance was terrifying but once considered a doll
The anger filled the man who got drench with ethanol
Fire and greed should have perished the fairest of them all
But how fortunate she is, God's with her all along.

In the darkest of night
Just at the same corner
Hours after,
Along the gutter
Camera shutters

In the darkest of night
At the same corner
A body rests at the arms of his mother

In the darkest of night
Records in the daily newspaper
Death sentenced by the accuser
We will remember

justice
  
noun*  jus·tice \ˈjə-stəs\

the quality of being just; righteousness, equitableness, or moral rightness.*


I woke up at midnight to the sound of a gunshot. I was beyond scared to look at my window and see what’s happening outside. But I gathered all my courage and got out of my house to see policemen and their vehicles, to see many people emerging to take a look at what’s happening. And then I saw a dead body, a man with a cardboard sign saying he was a drug pusher. It felt like my world dropped at that moment, I couldn’t sleep that night because all I could hear was the sound “BANG!”. The next morning when I went outside I was confused that the people not bothered, that they acting like nothing happened, that they did not care. I asked one guy if he knew what happened last night, and he said yes. I asked him if he was even terrified, if these killings are normal, if the sound that I will be hearing every night is a gunshot, and he said, “Don’t you worry. A gunshot means justice.”


A gunshot means justice. It means if you hear it in the middle of night, it doesn’t matter if that someone is a person you know, it doesn’t matter if you know that person is innocent, because that gunshot means the thing we’ve all been seeking for. It means you don’t have to be scared that people are getting killed everyday without any due process because it’s for the better. It means watching your fellow people die but you have to be happy because they’re bad people, they deserve to be killed and it’s for the country. It’s justice, we’re killing criminals who deserve it. And we promise, innocent people will not be a part of this. But does justice mean a teenager getting shot by the police, and it turns out he wasn’t the one they were supposed to ****? Does justice mean a 12 year old girl getting shot by a stray bullet when she was about to go to church? Does it mean innocent people dying, shattering a teenager’s dreams, taking away the lives of children? A gunshot doesn’t mean justice, especially to the victims. When we live in a Catholic country where people say we’re supposed to follow the bible but when it comes to this they all suddenly forget about God, when people shame you for loving someone because it’s a sin but we’re failing to remember one of the commandments of God, “thou shall not ****”. When we always say we need to forgive people, but drug users and pushers don’t deserve second chances, they deserve death. When they’re asking for help but instead of giving it they pointed a gun to their heads. They said this will keep our nation safe, but does safe mean being frightened to walk at night because you can get killed without even doing something, when the possibility that someone you know will die is too high, when you know that every night another person dies? But all they say is that what we have to do this, to be able to achieve justice.  


But how can justice prevail when the thief who stole money from us got out of jail and is now living happily? When the dictator who stole and killed our people was considered a hero? When the top criminals of our country are now free? When the rich can be given a second chance but the poor gets shot instantly? How can justice prevail when our human rights are being destroyed and forgotten?


justice
noun  jus·tice \ˈjə-stəs\
rightfulness or lawfulness, as of a claim or title; justness of ground or reason

There are millions of dictionaries in the world. And all of them have the word justice. Maybe they have the same, or different meanings. But the word justice suddenly becomes missing when we talk about the victims of the killings.

(k.b)