Across The School Yard

My Protest to all school shootings and anything related.

 

I lay on the hill looking down at the past remembering how things used to be

 

I hold each memory like a wave right before it hits the shore which forces me to never forget

each moment as it comes

 

Now that my adolescent years continue I feel pride in idolizing a figure like Jim Morrison as I desire to be like

someone different who stands out

 

While I am standing I look over seeing a rifle in hands that look just as juvenile and inexperienced as mine

 

He walks on while I wonder what are all of his possible motives then I think to myself if this is because

of him feeling alone or another individual labeled as an outcast then may we all be called ugly, loser, weird, and down

the line be considered nothing

 

I may never know what he is really reaching out for but if I ever were to look into his own past all I wonder about is

the innocence that we are all born with

 

If we ever had a chance to go back and see what the future holds then may every child playing in their yard or

playground march the streets armed with their own rifles 

 

From this I now question my own pride and ideas of identity that stick out like the heart of a lion who never

knows what battle there is to come

 

Even though I look up high awaiting my future I follow the influence of legendary figures whose fire that can be lit by our raging hormones

 

With these thoughts it makes me think of other things that influence us in this stage of our lives which are examples

of drugs, alcohol, and violence that hit us hard like thunder in a storm

 

With my mind further in the clouds and my head buried deeper into the sand I end up ignoring the young man with the rifle in effort to be in denial that this is real

 

But when reality does come it is not always pleasant and it can strike just as deadly 

 

After I hear a bang noise I am now startled by this reality then when I move closer to it I look and see

blood and bullets on the grass