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 to share
with the others
By exploding social contract
And imploding rage
More families lost, grieving
Asking desperate questions
That only bring
More painful lies
More futile debate
More empty thoughts and
empty prayers
More angry posts
More meaningless comments
Attention lingering
For a viral moment
Before returning to its
Fake causes and agenda
To its dehumanization
In theory and reality
Of the others
So ban assault rifles
Strengthen the laws
Says the strong voice
Of reason and fact
Of fast, sure and easy solutions
Ignored and silenced,
Grown tired, demonized and weak
In a country who’s only want
is more
A country with more
Has more
And wants more
and never sees enough
or need
of the other
Until it can see
With the heart broken
And humbled
The dreams stolen
The lives taken
The promise left
Tragically unfufilled
That is them, that is us
That is all and for evermore
Maybe then it
Will seek only answers and
And solutions
The ending of its wars
And the dawning and sharing
of its peace
And that will be
Enough
And enough
For all and
For evermore
