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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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**Content Warning: Gun Violence ![]() He stole the lives that were not his He kept them there to hold A searing scowl and greedy eyes They sought a grief, uncontrolled It was never shown on the news But I see it in my mind The evil soul of a murderer In hell it is confined In the hallowed halls of a school ground
He stole a mother’s love That playground’s filled with others now And coffins, rubber gloves And all the marching in the world Won’t get those children back In those classrooms in the school The most villainous attack And all those guns on the streets With a trigger, he did steal Those children’s lives, a parent’s love Your prayers won’t let this heal I stand here in my youth Reading the list of names Wondering how he did it How he loaded and took aim Now all the stories run Society’s guilt be free Video games, mental strains It’s all the same to me He never should have held A gun between his hands A weapon of mass destruction No more than background scans... Because his soul was filled with lust As he shot them in the eye Did your greedy heart feel powerful? When you heard those children cry? Yes, it’s him I want to talk about The seven sins that he possessed Because this murderer of innocence Never stood there and confessed A murder and a thief he was, A coward’s name nay speak A sinner known through history Now a symbol of the weak But I’m a sinner too If we look at it that way The wrath, it fills my body It pulses through my day But my anger is a blessing With it fight for what he took Because they didn’t deserve to die The children of Sandy Hook Comments are closed.
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