#gunviolence
We are prey.
We have been prey since elementary.
We are still prey to this day.
Every drill.
Every shooting.
Every threat.
We are prey.
We are born helpless.
We live helplessly.
Nothing has changed.
We live in fear of each other.
We live in fear of the reality of being prey.
Isn’t it crazy to know what it feels like to be hunted?
We are not deer.
We are not bears.
We are nothing but power-hungry animals.
This is not a message of “Just be kind,”.
But to never accept.
To never normalize
This Society.
You either live in fear.
Or you're part of the fear.
-Kat.J.K
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 7:19 PM UTC
Hi,
I want to take your children
I want to take them away from this bitter piece of **** of a country
that would rather use their bright minds
as shiny targets–
and use excuses for the departed as a way
to push religion for the hands of politicians
who went to church once when they were three
for a baptism they sure as hell hope now
was enough to wash away the sins that soak in their hands
in the form of child's blood.
While there are single parents who tie the
shoes tight of their little ones,
So they won’t be gunned down in the case that they have to run
far into the tree line becoming
lost boys and little girls,
before they’re
lost souls and gravestones.
And this is a robbery
because I’m tired of having precious lives robbed from me
by a nation run by rich white men in black cloaks
waiting to **** the blood from you but hey,
the thirty cents in your pocket is good too.
I wonder how fast they could run from a gun
with their wallets weighted wetter than the fat sponge
a daughter uses to cleanse her elderly mother
of the burden of a life well fought
under the capitalist oppressiveness
before she throws herself off a precipice so her
children can use the life insurance, for rent money
And yes I looked up the word precipice for this.
And at the end the definition says a cliff.
And specifies: “especially a tall one”
and it works well for this because Yes!
It was a tall one,
the tallest one.
And as she walks off
and begins
the long
fall,
She thinks about her daughter's first steps,
how she walked so softly into her heart
and she felt for the first time–
A deep dread.
As she knew,
that she could never protect
those innocent little hands
that cupped her face as she reached her,
from this broken
world.
And all she thinks to herself before her bones become the ground is:
God, please,
save her.
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 11:23 AM UTC
The concrete bleeds red, and her hair sticks to the pavement.
Her eyes fighting to blink,
one more time
she tells herself:
one
more
time.
Her stomach fills with blood, full of silence
a painful calm.
She still doesn’t believe she will die,
because it could never happen to her.
The screams of people around her fade
to a buzzing cacophony of blur.
It was not a pretty way to die.
Face squished against the ground,
a body above her, a millisecond too late.
Because they don’t teach you to count milliseconds in school.
Because peace is not meant for speed.
She believes it felt much longer than a few minutes,
but a body can only fight to exist for so long.
She slipped out of that hallowed form,
a long stretch of light has wisped her away.
;
When they told me she died
my first thought was
that it was not right for someone to die
this young.
Being cousins, her image was distant
but lovable.
I loved her like I loved the idea
of academia.
I almost went to school anyway that day.
But it hit me in my chest,
much like it hit her
that the world had lost something.
That her own academic years had ended.
And I thought about how she would
describe her death to me.
I don’t believe
it was warm.
Nor that she was afraid.
I think,
she was sorry.
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 12:21 AM UTC
Letters touch the soul, steel peels her core.
She bleeds, bleeds red. The blood seeps to
gore. Her eyes–lost clouds, pressed deep blue.
She secures her touch, feels the rotted hole.
Buh du buh du buh du bu;
the world's crust creeps to closed port.
The sole body left, the body left the soul
the bullet rests her chest
forever.
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 9:44 PM UTC
Charlie Kirk: Called for “God’s perfect law” of
stoning gay people
to death ! Do you know how painful it is to be killed in that manner?
Constantly and. repeatedly called women *****
dumb ****** , ***** receptacles etc.
His main target was susceptible youth, and he spent the majority of. His early career targeting college campuses with Turning Point USA, a national conservative youth group and media platform he launched. Potential members say they were brainwashed, coerced, fleeced repeatedly. and bullied. Hazing was common and encouraged.
He openly and cruelly mocked trans people, saying someone identifying as trans is akin to a white person putting on
blackface.
Pushed “great replacement” trash, doubled and tripled down on the whole Haitians eating pets thing
called for open hate
and condoned violence. he’s discussing real deaths of school kids as acceptable collateral, which is morally grotesque said it was just.......“an unfortunate cost” ...
ALL with corporate sponsors and social media reach.
No self-righteous,
self important CARR and the FCC chair threatening him
or his ridiculous dog and pony circus of a lopsided hate filled GOP propaganda labeled as a show .
No stations lost licenses over that.
Charli could (and did) spew YEARS of
hate filled
, racist
misogynist. bile .
Uncorroborated. Unchecked. dogwhistles, anti-LGBTQ screeds, conspiracy theories . etc ad infinitum....
all the while defending violent extremist movements. Including, but not limited to, attacking gays at funerals and AIDS victims.
The worst type of mental garbage anyone could possibly imagine cranked all the way past 11.
All of it dressed up as “political commentary.”
As vile as it is, the Constitution protects that speech because it’s viewpoint.
The First Amendment doesn’t let the government say:
“We like this opinion but not that one.”
It only makes very narrow carve-outs (direct incitement to imminent violence,
true threats
, obscenity,
terrorism etc.).
Kirk’s non stop SEWAGE
apparently didn’t cross that legal threshold, so it’s some how shielded.
Meanwhile, when Kimmel drops one pointed line like...
“hey, that shooter looks like one of yours”
suddenly the full trump hammer drops.
That’s not about protecting decency.
That’s about selective enforcement.
Here’s the hypocrisy in plain language: Jimmy Kimmel: makes a single satirical jab pointing out an uncomfortable political truth, and suddenly affiliates yank his show
Disney cowards capitulate. and suspends him,
FCC chair threatens at regulatory action.
That’s not “free speech vs. consequences.”
That’s government- demanded Trump protection
vindictive suppression,
because the punishment only flows one direction:
against criticism of power
. The First Amendment is supposed to protect
both
Kirk’s hate filled inane religious fueled Christo-fascist bile
and
Kimmel’s mild mannered and accurate satire.
But what you’re seeing in practice is the government and corporate media conglomerates selectively shielding one side while punishing the other.
That’s why the Supreme Court’s Vullo ruling matters so much: it’s exactly the kind of unequal, government-pressured suppression the Court just said is
unconstitutional.
These are important issues,
but no politicians are allowed to even address any issues
because of the constant nonstop Trump circus.
No one can even focus
or understand because he's continually doing. It
one. Thing that is even more stupid than the last.
The important issue
already occurred
and that was when a vote approved the so-called right of a corporation to donate or support and fund a candidate with unlimited resources.
And the American people just let that slide like nothing was even happening.
What that means is that any grassroots decent human being trying to run against the corporate sponsored, dictator approved puppet has absolutely no chance of winning that office
because, as the presidency of the United States just showed us, money.
Can buy any position.
Even for a
******
He ***** E Jean Carroll
and a *********
Repeated trips to Epstein's island.
Repeated flight logs from the ****** Express.
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 7:17 PM UTC
When Will It STOP
By: Honorine Shabani
When will we feel safe going out?
When will children feel safe going to school?
When will we stop losing our loved ones?
When will mothers stop shedding tears?
When will one crowd under fire stop?
When will homicides and sucide stop?
When will mental disorders stop being taken as a joke?
Let's stop using guns just for fun
Let’s live in harmony and stop judging
Let’s dishonorary the act of violence and hate
Let’s stop the killing and start loving
Stop hashtags and start doing actions
Let’s stop our community from being broken
Let’s stop families being bit
Let’s work together and stop gun violence
LET’S BE ONE, USA
Oct 1, 2021
Oct 1, 2021 at 10:51 AM UTC
people **** people
with nothing but fingers and hair
and their very heavy breath.
their breath like a crow beak
before crucifixes of straw. like a tightening banishment of a lung.
remember when we would blow it
onto our car window and create that
consistent mirth of fog to
begin in?
the bodies riddled with bullets that flank
the highway are no such thing.
the schoolchildren lying face down in the corner of the closet are no such thing.
they are just winter coats with schoolchildren to fill them
for the time being.
no amputation of what’s mine
will aid them into the grave.
no mass communication grief. so
why would you call it a mass grave when in truth it was just a pit i dug to fill with crowds of people who died under the pretense that they had previously done so,
that nothing was new under the sun.
and when people **** people like people
do with their instruments
as ways of extending themselves into the world and into the marrow of our body
obliterating organs of people with their stretching of the muscular rib, shoulder.
one eye closes firmly.
it’s nothing but a hand gun
as if to say a hand eats the gun
and makes it whole.
as if to say the reinforced metal door
exit plan for people who are being killed by other people clicked shut and locked
15,000 years ago and i can’t quit slamming what’s left of me into it.
your kid is very dead.
but then again so is mine.
suppose they killed each other.
suppose they both made the mistake of dragging their small, stupid bodies through the trajectory of another body in the first place. in the chip aisle of a gas station maybe. in theaters this christmas.
in the midst of a good song that began playing on the lobby radio
just a minute before,
oh yeah before,
things really got going.
i saw people killing people
on television the other day
with their
whole bodies,
devouring themselves like surgical gloves
slick with oiled consumption
and bleeding out
and i could do nothing.
some kids died just because
and they told me so and i was told nothing could ever help them because they were just people and they were dying.
“breaking news” ended up just being people again.
in those moments, i was eating breakfast.
our houses were very quiet and needed me in all of them, grandfather clock over CNN, clarifying what has already been
committed and committed again.
the cipher was others lost blood.
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 12:24 AM UTC
I pledge allegiance
To the discourse
Of the divided states of mind
And to the guns
For which they hold
One crowd
Under fire
Inescapable
With funerals and bullets
For all
Aug 6, 2019
Aug 6, 2019 at 12:28 PM UTC
More wicked than ***** that ***** mourns
More evil than Satan, that Satan's justified
Lot, tormented in his soul, rescued
So shall it be the Righteous' lot
The Angel of Darkness shall descend
And ***** sits in Judgement seat
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 10:08 PM UTC
How many more children have to die
before we stop believing the lie that
America is safe
and America is great
and that we all live under the rule of a really great guy?
Before all our children don't need to vie
just to survive
going to school and coming out again alive?
Before mental disorders stop being the
brunt end of a joke
and that maybe there might be hope
that those who suffer don't have to walk on a tightrope?
What about when we can start living in harmony?
When we stop judging others and
start shunning dishonorary
acts of violence
acts of hate
and acts of crime before it's to late?
How many more children have to die?
How many?
How many?
How many?
How many???
-Spider
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 11:29 PM UTC
Here in America,
we improvise morgues
as needed.
in the cafeterias
or by the lockers,
near the ticket booths,
and at the altars.
We divvy up the dead.
Tally them
and report the number
like an answer.
13, 20, 49, 58, 6
Every death count
a timely national shock.
Almost as if
our well-televised
monthly tragedy
was ever anything less
than a game of roulette.
anything less than a matter of time
and time and time again.
Covering them each
with our bed sheets,
we try and stifle it.
Do our best to
staunch the the sights,
the noises,
(“just like chairs falling”)
the names
that keep bleeding out
onto our thoughts
and tongues,
Far too much and
too often
not to choke on.
Here in America,
we’ve learned that
horror is level-headed.
It is debatable.
It is pangless.
It seeps, deep to the core,
perverting with a silent smile.
the steady, feverish dread
weaving itself into the mundane.
the “god help us”
annulled by the
“respectfully disagreed”
the nightmare that lies
always just underneath,
and just out of mind,
Until it insinuates itself
Again and again...
Here, in America
We line the bodies,
death slumped, and
bled out on the pavement.
We arrange them-
Side by side.
Most are missing things-
a hat, a piece of face.
one shoe, a dulled pencil
(fill in C)
phones
buzzing on the ground
lit up with unread messages
(“Please call me”)
They are missing-
an upcoming
7th birthday party,
(Star Wars themed)
They are missing-
their vacations.
their first dates.
their college applications.
job interviews.
kids.
fiancées.
Lined up lifeless,
they are missing
far too many things
to gather.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 3:14 PM UTC
I wrote a poem against gun violence because students should not have to go to school aching in fear of not making it home alive.
I wrote a poem against gun violence because so many people are going to take their own lives today.
I wrote a poem against gun violence because it targets women, minorities, to the point where they cannot be outside of their homes in the evenings.
I wrote a poem against gun violence because too many veterans are at risk of dying by their own hands
I wrote a poem against gun violence because mental health is SERIOUS
I wrote a poem against gun violence because I am an aunt of two and I want my nephews to live full, happy lives
I want to ask my legislators what they’re going to do when they come for their
children
Their spouses
Nieces, and nephews
Grandchildren
Friends
Call me a snowflake, if you will
If that’s what standing for what’s right makes me, then I’m proud of it
I’m the snowflake that wants you all to stay alive
That stands for what’s right when they don’t have the guts to
And sweetheart, this snowflake doesn’t melt
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 8:14 PM UTC
fuel desperation,
and so are valuable
assets in the game
of spinning chambers.
one ***** is all it takes.
you might not believe
a person still wading
through adolescence
could harbor such
malevolent intent.
one slight is all it takes.
age is barely even
a consideration when
haunted by the desire
for revenge or need
of self-preservation.
one fragile moment is all it takes.
fewer years simply
equate to shallower
perspective, exacerbating
youthful impulsivity.
one bullet is all it takes.
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 12:40 PM UTC
Everyday there’s a new story
A new plea that goes ignored
An outcry for protection
That the government “can’t afford”
A community is broken
A family in bits
A mother holds her dead son
It didn’t need to be like this
“My thoughts and prayers are with you”
What’s that gonna do?
It’s easy enough to stand back
When it isn’t affecting you
People post on social media
About the horrors of the crime
But how can they truly comment
When their school isn’t next in line?
A march to show the ‘big men’
What their little minds can’t see
Real humans suffering
At the word “death” they turn and flee
A 15-year-old boy bleeds
His life already done
He wants someone to hold him
His last word escapes, “Mom”
This is real, this is wrong
This is happening now
Children scared of education
In case they get shot down
So, now forget the hashtags
Now forget the thoughts
Now we need action
Not more ****** news reports.
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 1:20 PM UTC
There are mothers of daughters and mothers first in Australia, South Africa,
the United States, Pennsylvania.
And it is in the garden of the queen's initials, sufficient satisfaction
is the image of the standard of living in the extreme in Kenya, the poet 2, | a number of shadows of what was to be alive.
It was filthy, the same is waiting for me, my wife,
she left the girl went out to the officer of my old school he wanted to be in genuine, I am of French into the month of Abner
went also to the children of the missing girl
was his strong holds to store the
Young the girl's parts of the of the wall of Europe and the stones,
O God, Freedom,
Robert Diva natural to Christ of the tongue of peace,
the cities of United States American art,
I hand the educational escort open call 'in human history
Allawi to open its independence beach games too loudly, the idea of a Christian is the father, Google park city,
dead hands Yumeyume what point does Google father-in-law Brazil
when China is Ben Spain. And Computer Science, China's wealth,
hidden Arsoth hobbies, simple questions, write songs a game
Zip years to support scientific staff:
The male child and the mother of a girl
are the young death of my best female child of Australia,
South Africa, Ameloca Melika, Pa,
who is shining on the wonderful green night of the day
Russiana the Italian Englishwoman
The beautiful Jonathan Canadian of English
English is dark, Joe Ji will star in the color of skin,
a large gold braid positioned III:
The early standard of life of the moon
of the house of change of edible acid
The breath of the standard life is like my nuke;
The face of age and satisfaction for him
Because of the shadow of the number of lives
with the high image of the Queen of Kenya
of a female poet of a VI person, a red baby in the garden,
wait here I lost my old school who left the police of my wife 's French in VII moon, from a girl who went to the true ***
who came to eat, robot elder; A son of a girl, a young man of the Jewish people who changes in radius,
a daughter from the walls to a part of Europa,
and the stone is Robert Utahigashi Jesu's In order to open
the freedom of Torakia SEN from the hand,
it is necessary to open the liberty of God from the natural language of peace, the name of a friend of USA, the art, the history of human beings, the coast of Italia It is not a space for the game of the heartbrow,
it is not a Brazilian son of Google's father-in-law
is the son of Google's father in the city's Yumeji Park where the hands
of that color The deceased Christians, China, Spain,
who deceived the idea that is limited to the inside, got the idea of regenerating the happy tree
Baloo in the form of a poem master
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by writing a long snooch entrance long time sports center
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the richness of China,
the hidden eleistor of the bobbies,
Simple question to write playback songs
This means free care that waits for unknown doors to the present age: Home field of the mail, Australia, South Africa, USA,
Mothers and Women in Pennsylvania.
This statue of a vegetable hawker is a queen of great satisfaction in Kenya,
of some shadows, visible to the poet.
To me, the same watchfulness is garbage.
My husband and my son want to be honest with me,
I was missing a woman;
His strong point was to keep a wall with young men, walls,
and stones Abenam, French, I went to the beach, town park,
one Christian father, Google - idea very high, God, freedom,
Robert elm-ha, natural language,
Christ's peace in the United
It is the open call of the cities in the United States,
the history of Allawi's history,
Some of them died on that point, Google-Google-, Brazil,
China, and Spain ben-meyume. Computer science,
Chinese treasures, arsofia hobbies,
writing games in simple questions,
writing zip-scientific support staff from songs.
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 11:32 PM UTC
Have the trees all fallen?
/
In my absence,
Did the lights turn out in Santa Fe?
I’m walking in a shadow,
Cast by who knows what because
The skyline’s bare
/
Now the leaves are gone,
And in their wake the branches
Lie gutted on the pavement
Stripped to shiny bones
That smile and smile,
The call to arms blares out
So sickly sweet
/
A mind rang out across the room
That blazed so hot we’ll never know
And in one blazing human breath
They breathed their last
/
to think they were children
they were just children
/
I feel a great and quiet darkness
Has snuffed out those sparks
That could have ignited the world
And so I wonder
How many million seconds, meant to be,
Now never will?
/
Do good men die so other men
Might learn, or worse still, win?
Will those sparks
Snuffed out in Santa Fe
Ignite this world of apathy
To shame?
/
I ask again,
Have the trees all fallen
Down in Santa Fe?
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 5:41 PM UTC
You tried to pull a gun on me.
I just pulled mine faster
But what you don't know is
Three days later
I put my gun to my head.
I couldn't live with the fact
That I almost pulled the trigger on you
That I was ready to stop your threat.
What you don't know is one month later
I still had nightmares
That I overdosed on pills
Hoping to never wake up.
Six months later
I still see your face
I still think of the what ifs
One year later
I still wake up screaming
Fighting your invisible threat.
One year and six months later
You voice still haunts me.
You were eager to **** be because I wore a badge and gun.
My coworkers ***** me.
Two against me.
What you two didnt see
The detectives interrogated me.
Told me I asked for it
I should have fought back
One day later the detective picks me up
I tried over dosing minutes before they came
They noticed the cuts but didn't notice
That I was falling fast
I couldn't keep my eyes open.
My speech was slurring
I walked like i was drunk
I made it through the **** kit
I got home and slept for three days straight
One month later i quit my job.
My body couldn't handle the stress
I kept dissociating.
Six months later
I still couldn't have ***
I started learning jujitsu
I had bought a gun
One year later
I was more confident
But i still feared ***
I feared men
I still had nightmares
Two years later
I'm still managing to struggle
I still hear your voices
Still see your faces
Still feel you in my dreams
Two years and six months later
I'm more confident.
I still have difficulty with men.
But now I am well on my way to be a police officer
An EMT
I can't let you win!
Ever!
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 11:52 PM UTC
A young women took her life
Just down the street
A child in the school yard
Found her hanging from a tree...
2 brothers got into another fight
one stabbed the other over drugs
Blood stained the doors
He banged on for help...
6 shots broke the silence of the night
Some how he's still alive
Laid on the road I'm so familiar with
With bullets in his head....
This place I grew up is changing
maybe I'm more aware
Violence all around
Where does it end...
children arrested for selling drugs
*** trafficking
Police raids
In the last year I've seen it all...
I refuse to give up hope
This world I've brought my child into
it can be a beautiful place
Love can overcome hate...
...........
.
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
I see you,
As I walk my beat.
The soul who's life as been so rough
You've turned to drugs to cope.
I see you over dosing on the corner.
I call for help as you become a pulseless, nonbreather,
I start hands only CPR.
As they dispatch help.
Please don't give up.
There's so much more to life.
I give it my all as I hear the sirens blare in the night.
But help comes to late.
I stand in shock.
I give my statement.
I finish my shift and go home to cry.
I see you,
The guy trying to **** me because I wear a badge and a gun.
Please don't make me shoot you.
I just want to go home at night.
Shoots fired, shoots fired.
He's down, I gave him five warnings,
“show me your hands.”
I didn't want to.
Really I didn't.
I see you,
The guys that ***** me.
I see you
You forced my hand.
I can't walk the streets unarmed.
You messed with my head,
And got away with it.
The nightmares come.
I see them.
I want them to stop.
I'm so numb now.
I cut myself to feel again.
I see the scars.
I cover them.
Others cannot know I'm weak.
They look up to me.
The horrors I see.
Will they ever stop?
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC
fifteen hours.
fourteen, depending on
where in australia you are from.
but for me, it is fifteen hours.
los angeles is fifteen-hour flight from melbourne.
fifteen hours on a plane, and you’ll be in america.
you’ll be in a ****** country, where it almost seems like
the new craze is to be a shooter,
and you only get noticed if you get shot.
they are begging, pleading,
“please stop them from killing us,
our families, our friends!”
and the others say
“oh, but i really love my gun.”
“and i care about my gun more than i care about you.”
“and i care more about my machine made to take life than about you
getting to keep yours.”
and that’s just that, i suppose.
i am fifteen hours away from a ****** country,
and i can’t tell if i’m too close
or not close enough.
i am fifteen hours away from a ****** country,
and for some reason,
that’s just fine.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
I’ll never forget that day
When she lifted her head from the bed in which it was buried
And with bloodshot eyes reaching through 2 black holes
She asked, “Why’d they have to **** my brother?”
That exact question was already in my mind.
Happy Easter
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC
This whole country is a crime seen,
3rd Eye’s blurry need some Visine,
driving home with one headlight,
can’t see straight hit the high beams,
feeling like a Wallflower that’s lost all power,
praying for peace while they continue fighting,
and I know I can’t stop all the violence,
but that won’t stop me from trying,
can’t get through to the new school,
try memes,
can’t get the truth through to these dudes,
they keep denying,
I mean what does it mean,
when a black kid’s not even safe in his own yard,
assassinated in his grandmother’s backyard,
story retold by the grandma of Stephon Clark,
trained killers hunted him down and ****** him,
maybe he would’ve survived if his skin was a little less dark,
maybe to see the light first we need a spark,
trying to keep it together even though things seem to be falling apart,
the use of deadly force is often excessive,
but penalties on the killers are rarely enforced,
as if a police officer’s badge is a license to ****
it’s not any less savage because they’re in uniform,
what does that say of our society,
when boys getting killed my men is the norm,
and us kids are sick of it more than a little bit,
school shootings cop shooting what’s going on,
and where are our leaders at times like this,
I mean shout out to Emma Gonzalez,
I respect her heart and congratulate her courage,
but why do adults have to learn from kids,
where are our role models,
where is the love,
global warming it’s heating up,
still kids get killed in cold blood,
this is not a front,
I’m not fronting,
I’m not faking,
I’m whole foods,
they’re all bacon,
fat no protein,
facts no smoke dreams,
fact is these pros need practice,
because this whole country’s a crime scene,
every day another cover up,
got cameras on every block,
still when a kid gets shot,
it seems like the body cams are always covered up,
how can it be 2018,
where we’re constantly under surveillance,
yet we never see the footage of cops,
when they shoot civilians,
and I’m trying to stay patient,
but I’m running out a patience,
and it’s not just cops killing kids,
kids are killing kids too,
but most people don’t even want to hear about it,
let alone actually get up and move,
wanna know how many people have been killed by guns,
millions and millions in the United States alone,
and no one is safe not even a 22 year old kid,
siting in the backyard of his grandmother’s home,
this whole place is a Danger Zone,
this whole country is a crime seen,
3rd Eye’s blurry need some Visine,
driving home with one headlight,
can’t see straight hit the high beams,
feeling like a Wallflower that’s lost all power,
praying for peace while they continue fighting,
and I know I can’t stop all the violence,
but that won’t stop me from trying…
∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
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Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 6:39 PM UTC