Walking Dead

A Poem by Gaia Octavia

Darling, our whole world is turning
and the kids are getting sick
of dodging bullets in their classrooms
while adults all stroke their dicks,
and oh, we are lost.
I hear them crying now,
"Why is our baby gone?"
These fiery streets make me wish this wasn't home.

There was love inside this house once
where a family used to live.
Right here, they sat each night for dinner,
now there's nothing left to give.
And they'll never heal,
never get back all those things they really love.
They'll be memories, now only heard of.

Our country's gone,
for now, so long,
don't think of us this way.
It's time to go, we've lost control,
we must take it back today.

And if their lives had been a movie,
it would end before its time.
In our laps, full bags of candy,
but the hero's already died.
Then somebody cries,
and all too soon now, we are running once again.
We've lost a lot.
I'll never forget that.

And I dreamt this awful dream where life was peaceful for us all.
Only to wake up in this world once more,
that keeps driving me insane.
And don't f*****g lie,
'cause children know that politicians are full of s**t.
They've lost a lot.
Don't you dare forget that.

Our country's gone,
for now, so long,
don't think of us this way.
It's time to go, we've lost control,
we must take it back today.

Our country's gone,
for now, so long,
don't think of us this way.
It's time to go, we've lost control,
we must take it back today.

© 2022 Gaia Octavia

Author's Note

Product of thinking about all the children we have lost and having the song 'Broadripple is Burning' by Margot & the Nuclear So and So's stuck in my head.

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barleygirl

I can't decide whether to cry or have an orgasm! This is stunning writing. There have been dozens of things written about how we all feel about school shootings. Most seem to delicately skirt around the various issues but I haven't read one that dives so deeply into feelings as you've done here. You deliver most of this on the edge of angry profanity, which is a superb teetering edge to balance upon for such a message. It's just the right amount of bald-faced anger & disgust, but nowhere near being overly angry or a bit ranting. This is very intelligently stated. You've made some observations I've never thought about, very perceptive about how this feels. I feel everything you write about (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie