I wrote this poem on May 28, 2022, four days after the shooting of 19 children and two teachers in Uvalde, Texas. This, only two weeks after 10 were shot in Supermarket in Buffalo, New York, and 13 days after one person was shot in a Church in Orange County, California. If this isn’t sad and horrific enough, we can also be sure there will be more: more shootings, more school shootings and more meaningless comments and theories. We can also be sure there will be nothing done about it.
I am tired and fed up by this. I live in Canada but can still feel the loss and pain as a parent, and person. I think most people are like me at this point, sad and fed up and tired of it all. I hope if they’re American, they will give their response on November 8 and vote for their children, their fellow citizens and their country and for common sense gun laws. There is no glory and pride in doing nothing when all that’s required to save lives is to vote to save lives. The blood of these innocent children, these citizens cannot be washed from US conservative politician’s hands for their refusal to vote for safe gun control laws and bans.
I wrote this poem because I’m all out of tweets, comments and words. Poetry to me is my final route back to sanity. Art can always brings some light to the darkness. I hope you enjoy reading my poem and will join me in however you can to help bring an end to this mad, sad and violent era.
More
(In memory of the lives lost in 2022 in the USA to gun violence)
More children dead
In a country torn apart
By years of refusing the other
By exploding airplanes
And imploding rage
More families grieving
Asking desperate questions
That only bring
More lies
More debate
More thoughts and
Kind prayers
More posts
More comments
Lingering only seconds
On the news
Before leading
With their causes
Their agenda
Their theories
Their rage and delusion
So ban assault rifles
Strengthen the laws
Says the strong voice
Of reason
Of fact
Of easy solutions
Ignored and silenced
In a country
Who wants more
A country with more
Has more
And wants more
And that will be it
For evermore
Until it sees
With the heart broken
And humbled
The dreams stolen
The lives taken
The promise left
Tragically unfufilled
That is us, is them
That is all
Then maybe it
Will seek only
The answers
The ending
The peace
And that will be
Enough
And enough
For all
For evermore
