Best Shootings Poems
The lights are out tonight,
But our struggles still ignite
The hay of hope, like hearth
Amidst the cold and dark.
To the temples in the sky,
For Heaven-on-Earth we cry.
We're our own Kingdom Come,
For we're the Children of the Sun.
The sinners passing by
Might greet us with goodbye.
Is it their guns against us might?
They wouldn't stand against our light.
Come Hell or Highwater,
With our sons and our daughters
We'll stand together as one,
For we're the Children of the Sun.
“Gun violence is the price we have to pay to uphold our Second Amendment rights to bear arms”
—Charlie Kirk
his life the price paid
Charlie’s take on mass shootings…
cool down rhetoric
“No notes,” the teacher said to us,
"and there's nothing you're allowed to discuss.
This is a pop quiz,
to write an analysis
of what to do when someone with a gun approaches our bus."
heard sounds of children
singing under the golden
colorful rainbow
snap sounds of bullets flying
prayed that they all found cover
terrified to death
approached the open window
there was no one there
shells shattering nightmares haunt
strangling tight around my throat
4/5/2018
We're only 12 weeks into 2018, and there have already been 17 school shootings where someone was hurt or killed. That averages out to 1.4 shootings a week.
https://www.cnn.com/2018/03/02/us/school-shootings-2018-list-trnd/index.html
haiku 9: shootings
the birds were chirping---
butterflies played in the air;
then there was gunfire.
Old Glory’s at half-mast today.
I wonder who just passed away?
Was it a hero from some battles past?
A dead leader whose influence lasts?
Were servicemen killed overseas,
Or humanitarians died fighting a disease?
Seems most of the time I don’t know why
The Colors only at half-mast fly.
More and more it seems to be
The flag’s mourning some local tragedy:
A lunatic shooter with a gun or rifle
Killed innocents for some reprisal;
Or people contemplating suicides
Go out committing multiple homicides.
I think the worst is killing schoolchildren.
Will this obscene madness never end?!
Camelot slain with JFK
Blood-stained guilt from MLK
Hope left town when Bobby died
~ These shootings left us horrified
Why must the American people keep asking why
The FBI always seems to get a Bye
When accountability for one's actions
Should be so high
Persecution of so many a- lister's stuck in the public's eyes
Though they deserve the cost of their own demise
Because we no longer just let it lye
So once again we try to send our cries to Washington
Hoping they will not fall on deaf eyes
When people plug into the few systems on which we rely
To prevent any more of our teachers or students from having to die
That leaves so many families devastated asking why
Our Governments plan ends with nothing but a lie
Social media and reporting these troubled teens actions
Should never have been put aside
While Congress takes a free ride
Gun control so widely divided among our lawmakers
That seems to be a bunch of overpaid fakers
That is supposed to be the movers and shakers
For the American people who elect them to office
So much gun violence in our schools and streets
Have parents demanding answers while Congress retreats
From the president to the FBI should be held accountable
When public awareness is so high
American people won't tolerate any more of their attempted tries
We need them to set their agenda's aside to hear the families cries
I say this to open up with my own silence
To deal with all the headlines about the rise of school violence
We need our governments promise they will decide
These kinds of actions will no longer be allowed to backslide
Or be put on the back burner to let ride
Or accountability in our elected officials will just have to rise
In the public's eyes that will cut them down to size
To elect a government willing and wise hearing America's cries
Another mass shooting…this one in Texas…I don’t remember exactly when
because the days all run together…and there’s been 6 more since then.
We’re on a pace to break the record for mass shootings in one year…
which means there’s no place in this country we can walk into…without fear.
It’s sad to think when we go to school, the movies, the mall, the grocery store…
anywhere we roam…
that some of us who set off today…won’t be returning home.
It doesn’t seem to matter if those murders are splashed across the evening news…
doesn’t make a difference…doesn’t change our point of view.
Sure…we’re angry for a moment…for a moment we might pause…
but the killings keep on coming because we won’t change our laws.
I wonder…would we do more than get sad and angry as we watch grieving families cry…if we knew every day 22 children are shot…and 5 of them will die.
Until something is done to stop these killings…killings that everyone deplores
today will join the list…and be a little sadder than the day before.
If you don’t think there’s a problem in our society…
let me show you what I mean…
This poem you’re reading today…
except for the ever increasing numbers
I first wrote…in 2016.
I woke up it was a sunny day
'Come for breakfast' mom would say,
I freshened up, then made my bed
Put away the books that I had read,
Just another day at school
My ride was here, my friends carpool,
We laughed and joked as friends would do
Just a regular day, and nothing new,
We went to our lockers to get our books
Then I noticed a student's suspicious looks,
He wore a long dark coat, and his head hung low
Then I noticed his walk, it seemed very slow,
The warning bell sounded, kids started to scatter
To get to their class, but somehow it didn't matter,
The boy with the long coat then started to yell
"All of you bitches are going to hell!"
He pulled out a gun and he started to shoot
First up in the air and then down by his boot,
Kids started screaming and running so fast
Some ran outside and others to class,
Alarms started ringing, the shooting was loud
I was down on the floor from the smoke filled cloud,
I crawled on my knees till I came to a door
Decided it safer to stay near the floor,
He came round the corner in all of his hate
Our eyes then made contact, it may be too late,
He pointed the gun, it was aiming my way
I raised up my hands and I started to say,
"Please don't shoot me, I don't want to die"
The fear overcame me and I started to cry,
We were lucky that day, no one was hurt
He was there just to scare us, this student named Bert,
We knew he was quiet, a recluse and not liked
He was teased and made fun of, a little bit psyched,
A lesson was learned, about what we say
We need to protect our kids everyday,
The laws need to change in regards to the gun
Our schools need protection, they shouldn't have to run,
Fear of our neighbours should not be the case
Evolution is changing the whole human race,
The new generation is smarter they say
We hope they succeed and begin a new day.
Where's Jack Nicholson?
Where did he go?
Is he dead yet?
Does any one know?
Wars, and opiates,
mass shootings and debt,
and that potential nuclear threat.
Is this truly as good as it gets?
One might end up with Tourette's,
as good as it gets..
First off, this is a poem about my feelings about the tragic even that took place in Fort Hood,
Texas yesterday afternoon. Prepare yourselves. I was very angry at the time i wrote this.
hope you enjoy regardless.
13 dead. 39 wounded.
who knew the acts of one man could be so gruesome?
i'll never know what thoughts traced your mind.
as you pulled the trigger and affected so many lives.
what were you thinking?
ending lives without even blinking.
mass chaos.
last night i couldn't even sleep.
i can only imagine how you made those families feel.
you are a coward.
and that's putting it nicely
you make me sick to my stomach.
are you breathing in regret?
do you feel any remorse yet?
i bet you don't feel a thing.
because if you would have thought twice you would have stopped this from happening.
you would have stopped yourself.
i guess you can blame this on your mental health.
just like everyone else.
the world is evil but for you i have zero respect.
you can't blame this on anything.
because you yourself pulled the trigger to the handguns that called for the innocence's ending
i bet you'll never lose a second of sleep.
you are weak.
no pity for a coward.
i hope you get what you deserve.
can't wait for karma to take it's course.
get on your knees and say a prayer.
i hope it goes unanswered.
Is life not more precious
Than to shoot up a school
Trying to figure it out
Yet what is the exception to the rule
Those are someone's children
That you shot
Just because you were
Feeling less than not
This doesn't give you the right
To take someone else's child
This leaves so many hurt and beguiled
Why put a bullet in someone
Else's head
Why leave innocent children slain
And dead
All of these school shootings
Who will protect our young
Please excuse me if
I don't hold my tongue
This is a topic that really
Needs discussion
Because it has become
A monumental interruption
Why would I write about the
Moon, stars and the planet's
When children's blood
Is being spilled like pomegranates
So much lost
But at what cost
How To Prevent School Shootings
By Elton Camp
Americans, with guns have a love affair
To speak against them, only the brave dare
Vicious school shootings don’t faze ’em
They love guns and continue to praise ’em
There is a simple solution, they say
Post guards so it won’t be that way
With armed guards at the school door
There won’t be such shootings anymore
But here’s a reality they won’t face
Shootings continue at an army base
With armed guards there, galore
Shootings continue just as before
If a military base we can’t protect
School security we can’t expect
Such deaths are the price we pay
So gun lovers can have their way
“Guns don’t kill,” they will prate
Deaths continue at an alarming rate
As a Chorus of Angels, May you rest in Peace
The Almighty God will render you Justice
He will welcome you all in His Kingdom
Where there is more Liberty and Freedom.
You’re now done with racism, injustice, pain
Hatred, discrimination, hypocrisy and bigotry
With the grace of Jesus, your death is not in vain
God will punish the evils, and the bad seeds of this society.
Your brothers and sisters who are left behind
Will forever love you and continue to fight
On your behalf. You are the beacon, the light
Of a better tomorrow, for being so kind.
As a group, you stood in front of ugliness
Who shall never win the righteous battle
You are now sitting on the soft saddle
God will forever bless your likeness.
As a Chorus of Angels, May you rest in Peace
On a golden plate, God will render you Justice
Welcome you, and protect today and tomorrow
Your Brothers and Sisters who are in sorrow.
Copyright © June 26,2015 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.