There Was Another One.

I am sick. I am disgusted. I am done.

I have a hoarse voice from all the things I'm not saying-

To Trump, to our government, to the NRA,

To the hundreds of thousands of indifferent people who stare at their TV screens

Their newspapers

To see more lives lost again today

To those who shrug and look deep into their coffee mugs instead of their minds

Just another day,  another couple of kids dead-

Is this the new normal?

No.

No, this was never normal-

Not this, not the indifference,

The people who were remembered only because remembering them made you look good,

The screaming mothers and fathers in shock all staring at the empty beds left unmade

Not daring to touch what might be the last thing they have left of their child

This is not normal

This is hell.

And to Trump-

You might has well have held the gun yourself.

You, all of you in office, 

Those of you who supported letting mentally disturbed CHILDREN have guns

Those of you who didn't even say anything-

Goddamnit, you are just as bad. 

Mothers who lost their children will not forgive you.

Siblings who lost their heroes will not forgive you.

Friends who lost the best people in their world will not forgive you.

Students who lost their teachers and saw them die will not forgive you.

All of us, in heaven, in hell, on Earth,

Will not forgive you. 

All of us have a job to do

To fight, without guns, without AR-15s and without whatever weapons used in 

Florida

Maryland

California

Kentucky

Louisiana

Texas

Arizona

I have only been through one lockdown because of a shooting threat

And I know you don't want to hear it, but you have to

People bringing phones to gym

Texting their parents between classes, and I've seen screens

Please pick me up

I'm scared

There's a school shooting threat

I saw people hear noises outside and look at each other with dark looks

I heard people discussing in quiet voices what they would do if they died

I saw the bravest people I know look around for an escape and a hiding place

I had to comfort people who were crying

I saw people hugging people and telling them they would miss them

Because we were so certain that someone would come and kill us

We were thirteen and we were repeating to ourselves

I'm not afraid

I'm not afraid

I'm not afraid

And we were all

So

Terrified

And that was only a threat.

So imagine if you are able

Seeing your best friend die

Seeing your teachers shot

Hearing your child is dead

Picture your loved ones torn from you

Dead at your feet

See them shot and killed in your mind

Whatever

It

Takes

For

You
To

UNDERSTAND
AND

DO
SOMETHING

I don't even know how to elaborate. 

My voice is gone.

So, to the government, to the states, 

To the adults, to the children, to the majority,

The minority, to everyone watching in foreign countries

As this hell we are living plays out

Please.

Help.

Author's Note

Ok, so I cried a couple times and I don't even know what to do or what to say anymore and someone PLEASE make us right again

Reviews

[Jas]

Ok I just cried...
Well written tho

[Phill Oz O'fee]

The issue is a generational one - and right now - 43% of the world’s population is 25 years old or younger. I hope and pray they choose change and 'actively' engage together for a better world! A very interesting and poignant share ... :-)

[Madeleine Celeste]

We've chosen change- and we're engaging! I know of at least 5 protests going on in our county.

[Relic]

I can understand your feelings and you describe them well in this. From the looks of it, kids ARE doing something about it. They're getting together all over the country to demand a change. They're protesting and having walk-outs. They're articulating themselves in a way that's getting attention. Let's hope a change is finally made and the people in government and the NRA hear it loud and clear.

A worthy write. Sorry to see so many here have nothing to say.

[Madeleine Celeste]

Thank you for realizing and recognizing the changes that are being made. I am proud to be one of those kids- and I would suggest that wherever you are, you hope, but on top of that, you write. Write and march and do whatever you can.

This wasn't coherent, my apologies- and thank you for the review.