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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required What can I do to stop this terrible aching in my gut? And yet, I am glad that I have not lost my sense of caring That something inside of me still hurts when others hurt My heart is damaged when I learn of the callousness, The lack of concern when those who have the power To effect change do nothing but equivocate and preen. I am appalled that otherwise intelligent people make Excuses, putting forth arguments to support their cause Who will do nothing…nothing, I say, to effect change. What is giving up your AK-15? Nineteen children died! Nineteen little souls, with a full life to live, are dead. And what if they were your child, or your grandchild? How could you live with yourself if yours lay cold and dead? Because some deranged boy got his hands on your AK-15, Some misdirected lad shot up the school where you Or your wife worked, or where your children attend? Have not enough children already paid the ultimate price For your right to own a damnable assault-type weapon? And if nothing is done, if there is no outcry for a change How long before we go through the nightmare again? Will it happen in the school two blocks from my house? Perhaps the school in your neighborhood? You think? No, of course not, it could never happen there…or here In a small town like ours, like Uvalde, Texas, for God’s sake. What can I do to stop this terrible aching in my gut? And yet, I am glad that I have not lost my sense of caring That something inside of me still hurts when others hurt. My heart is damaged when I learn of the callousness, The lack of concern when those who have the power To effect change do nothing but equivocate and preen. I must do the only thing I know how to do...cry out! I must write, but I'll never get this horror out of my system. I still hurting over Sandy Hook, Parkland, Stoneman Douglas, Now Robb Elementary School...tragedies of epidemic proportion. And when will it stop? It should stop. This is America! But it will never stop, I fear.
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