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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Stepping across these bodies Makes me ill Pools of blood stitched In the soles of my shoes Body parts dripping from Walls where bullets passed She went to school that day Skipping and laughing along the way Gunfire from hell Unleashed in a fury of hate For no reason at all Convenient it seems Seven year old girl Face half gone Her mother weeps They did nothing Stepping across these lifeless forms Makes me ill Rivers of blood Stain the asphalt Two lovers embraced In death Bullets passed through Denying them life They went to a concert that day Joking and laughing along the way Gunfire from Hell Rang down from above For no reason at all Convenient it seems Their parents weep They did nothing Stepping across these mangled forms Makes me ill Bodies slumped over In wooden pews Riddled with bullet holes Bibles in their hands They went to pray to Jesus Thinking everything right Gunfire from hell The open front door All are welcome Convenient it seems Jesus weeps They did nothing Stepping across these mutilated forms Makes me ill Bleeding bodies Screaming kids Bisected limbs Coughing up blood It was their first date Popcorn and cokes Gunfire from hell Came from the stage door Down the aisles he strutted Convenient it seems Defying reason They did nothing Don’t you understand What doing nothing Has done? Complicit you are No leadership you show Your arrogance defies wisdom Don’t you give a damn? Maybe, if the dead Were one of yours? No?? I’m going to guess You’re too %*# vain Makes you guilty as well Stepping across these bodies These bodies covered in blood These bodies without faces Ties a knot Deep in my heart Makes me ill Blankets cover the dead We don’t have to look Yet we’re part of the scene Living in fear These killing fields Make me ill Another eight today
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