#orlandoshooting - Hello Poetry

Two years ago today 49 were massacred In what was then the worst mass shooting in America donald trump Had only this to say: “Appreciate the congrats for being right on radical Islamic terrorism, I don't want congrats, I want toughness & vigilance. We must be smart!”

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Jun 12, 2018

Jun 12, 2018 at 7:20 AM UTC

CoolGirl

Orlando

Two years ago today 49 were massacred In what was then the worst mass shooting in America donald trump Had only this to say: “Appreciate the congrats for being right on radical Islamic terrorism, I don't want congrats, I want toughness & vigilance. We must be smart!”

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Mickey, I will not get guns for Scout and Finch to shoot the blue jays, I will not raise them with guns, ever. I want to read them Eddie’s messages to his Mum Before ‘he’ came and killed him, them, killed us. They should learn what the world felt next morning, Let them weep, sob and finally feel love, for our world. This is where I cannot compare myself to people, I weep as I write to you, my bones weak, skin tearing, The 20-year-old girl did not understand but agreed With your Mum when you said “even rapists don’t Deserve death penalty”, it took me three years to Realize and not agree with your Mum’s Spanish TV. I didn’t sleep yesterday night, I watched a film with A, At night, I could hear the boys screaming from Tents of their Afghan allies, the scream, pain and Moaning an elite clout wanted every night. I threw up dinner, they called it their ‘culture’, I- Couldn’t look at those boys dancing with bells on feet. There’s nowhere I feel safe with Finch and Scout, When will ‘he’ feel love and not think to “fire who?” I fail every day unable to scream, being a coward, but I feel good, sense hope when I see HUMAN BEINGS, I feel exactly what Kern felt when he saw Valentine Walk safe from the ferry, I feel home, I feel safe. Maybe that's what people call peace Maybe that's what people call bliss I need sleep, I want to sleep peacefully. Love, Gaye 13th June 2016, 10:56 pm

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Jun 20, 2016

Jun 20, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC

Gaye

13th June 2016, 10:56 pm

Mickey, I will not get guns for Scout and Finch to shoot the blue jays, I will not raise them with guns, ever. I want to read them Eddie’s messages to his Mum Before ‘he’ came and killed him, them, killed us. They should learn what the world felt next morning, Let them weep, sob and finally feel love, for our world. This is where I cannot compare myself to people, I weep as I write to you, my bones weak, skin tearing, The 20-year-old girl did not understand but agreed With your Mum when you said “even rapists don’t Deserve death penalty”, it took me three years to Realize and not agree with your Mum’s Spanish TV. I didn’t sleep yesterday night, I watched a film with A, At night, I could hear the boys screaming from Tents of their Afghan allies, the scream, pain and Moaning an elite clout wanted every night. I threw up dinner, they called it their ‘culture’, I- Couldn’t look at those boys dancing with bells on feet. There’s nowhere I feel safe with Finch and Scout, When will ‘he’ feel love and not think to “fire who?” I fail every day unable to scream, being a coward, but I feel good, sense hope when I see HUMAN BEINGS, I feel exactly what Kern felt when he saw Valentine Walk safe from the ferry, I feel home, I feel safe. Maybe that's what people call peace Maybe that's what people call bliss I need sleep, I want to sleep peacefully. Love, Gaye 13th June 2016, 10:56 pm

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Forty-nine flags furled, Tears reflecting every hue, On faces confusion swirled, How could this loss be true? Forty-nine families cry, Looking for a reason in the pain, Don't look where the bodies lie, For how could they be slain? Forty-nine sparks doused in water red, With metal flying through the air, Their last thoughts of dread, But could the metal care? Forty-nine lost to delusion, Forty-nine lost to hate, It still seems like an illusion, Can we control our fate? Forty-nine reasons not to become, Like a homophobic man, Who couldn't see the sum, Of all the hearts that love and can, Be better than that man.

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Jun 15, 2016

Jun 15, 2016 at 8:30 PM UTC

sarah-strack

Forty-nine

Forty-nine flags furled, Tears reflecting every hue, On faces confusion swirled, How could this loss be true? Forty-nine families cry, Looking for a reason in the pain, Don't look where the bodies lie, For how could they be slain? Forty-nine sparks doused in water red, With metal flying through the air, Their last thoughts of dread, But could the metal care? Forty-nine lost to delusion, Forty-nine lost to hate, It still seems like an illusion, Can we control our fate? Forty-nine reasons not to become, Like a homophobic man, Who couldn't see the sum, Of all the hearts that love and can, Be better than that man.

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