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As the world spins
Mass shootings attack here
Continued from the anger
Years of division fueled
There is no staying blind
To this crisis anymore
Criminals have been empowered
As recent years went by
It is about the criminality mindset
The riots were allowed
The enemy also infiltrated
Yet, the actions these past years,
Led to this, still goes ignored
Truth must be acknowledged
Americans are dying
Right before our very eyes
Our country is weakened
By a constant effort to tear it down
Transform it day to day
We are imploding from within
---- As we weep ---
Heidi Sands
11/5/17
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?!
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!
My dog Rover took a chunk out of my leg
His eyes were crazed, I… killed him with a tent peg
Never before has he acted this way
He would lovingly play with the children all day
My wife…my wife had that same look
I tied her up and locked her in the nook
My loving wife Jane
All I saw in her eyes was hatred and pain
Jane’s brother, Glen
My best imaginary friend
Dead too next to Rover
He attack me so I beat him over and over
NOOooooo!!! My children…my children are gone
They were in the bedroom singing the ding a ling song
Trains, cars, planes crashing, falling out the sky
Got to switch on the tv, got to find out why
I hear screams, shootings, killing, I must hide
But I know hunger with make me go outside
Oh no look, what the heck?
A man bit a chunk out of the news reporters neck
Oh God his dying, am I going out of my mind
Its as if we have been
Left….
Behind….
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!
© 2000
When I see a police officer come to school
I usually run up to them and put my hands out
Yelling “Take me! Take me!”
This makes them laugh.
Reminding me that if I continue
I shall probably be safe.
One of our most notorious killers
Was usually dressed as a clown.
I will not mention his name, as
I do not believe in giving the
Perpetrators an identity,
Until we stop giving glory
To the perpetrators,
These insane school shootings
Will probably continue.
These diabolical, ridiculous
School shootings; the only
Way some loser-cowards
Can get their fame.
Media, please listen.
Stop advertising
The perpetrators.
I do not want to know their life story.
I do not want to see their photos.
Please focus on the victims.
This insanity has to stop, and you are the front lines.
Taken Away
It's sad , so confusing
Why are we loosing
So many people
Everyday , this world is not safe
It has taken a turn for the worse
Read your Bible verse
It's not rehearsed
No no my friend
Are we possibly near the end
People are getting sick with viruses that are airborne
Dropping like flies
Their lives
Respirators, life support
And then flat lining
No one can be their
So that you didn't have to go through this alone .
Taken way to soon
Life just started
Yours couldn't bloom
Taken way to soon
Life just started
Yours couldn't bloom
It's not just the virus
That's taking people away
It's different sickness
Cancer,kidney disease
Things that should be put at ease
But it's ruling us out
Medicine not working
You are steady hurting
Where is the cure?
Then there are the shootings and killings everyday
What happened
This world is in a total distraction
We forgot morals , values , we forgot it all
But we never forgot who catches us when we fall
It's only our Father above
Who can bring this world back LOVE and not so much hate
He can lessen things on your plate
Taken way to soon
Life just started
Yours couldn't bloom
Taken way to soon
Life just started
Yours couldn't bloom
Hook
Where is the love ?
To much hate
People are being taking away
Love on each other before it's to late
(Repeat 1x)
Taken way to soon
Life just started
Yours couldn't bloom
Taken way to soon
Life just started
Yours couldn't bloom
(Repeat until chorus fades )
Written by :Concetta Hardnett
10/03/2021
Dear Mr. / Ms. Presidential Candidate
A preliminary wish list, I hereby state...
Dogs that do not bark
Coastal beaches without sharks
Skunks that have no smell
Adults who never yell
Blue skies, never overcast
Perfect Spring days that last
Airplane seats with lots of room
Sermons without gloom and doom
Desserts without calories
A big increase in salaries
Year-round gentle breezes
No more coughs or sneezes
No more gun deaths, no more shootings
An end to all environmental polluting
Summer camp instead of school
In every park a swimming pool
Potatoes that don't need peeling
Love without hurt feelings
Wasps and hornets without stingers
Kisses that forever linger…
If anything here gives you pause
I'll just have to vote for Santa Claus
IS THERE NO END
Boom, Boom- goes the night
Rattle tat-tat, they fight
High-pitched screaming pierces the sky-
As another young person prepares to die-
Turn on the news
A child is crying-cause- they have been abused-
While mom is pleading for justice to be served-
Across the city-another person is hurt-
__NEWS FLASH__
Drunk driver’s car jumped the curve-
Schools are no longer safe to attend-
Drive-by shootings-gang fighting-drugs
Is there no end?
Ladies pushing babies-stops to buy crack
Baby starts crying-mom goes “whack”!
Police cruise down the streets-shakes their heads
They blame the parents for the education they never got-
Knowing they are being mocked; they surmise that these streets are mean
The people are lost and confused-
The children are neglected and abused-
Is there no end?
Boom, boom goes the night
Rattle-tat-tat-they fight
High-pitched screaming pierces the sky-
As another young person prepares to die-
Our country is a shooting gallery
Ten cents will buy ten shots at infamy
Just shoot a cop, you'll be on Fox
Skin color now is really hot
So far five out of ten's the best we've seen
Mass shootings now are really all the rage
Like hunting birds locked up inside a cage
High schools are cool, theaters rule
Or you can kill a nightclub full
Your face will make the newspaper's front page
So hurry and go buy yourself a gun
They sell them on the street corner for fun
Don't take no static, get an automatic
Pretend to be a religious fanatic
You'll have to kill a bunch to be number one
an original poem by Daniel Turner
Secret agent on my mission...
Objectives, derived from fission.
Some are based upon directive...
Others differ in perspective.
Their achievement brings fruition.
My job takes me many places
And I see numerous faces.
Allied forces are on my side.
My enemies - of which I ride
With weapons of cold embraces.
Kill or be killed - this, the name
Of my secret agent game.
Espionage plays its role
As I attempt to take control...
Stealth also one of the same.
Along the way, I rendezvous
With another - out to do.
We serve seperate agency.
Secret, my identity...
I am sure that hers is too.
Opposing forces, we both test...
Until they are put to rest.
Following mission success,
Our brief debriefing of undress...
Pleasure plays business's guest.
After our acts of devotion,
Wheels are once again in motion.
We are called upon once more...
Another mission to explore
As we begin to cross the ocean.
Soon, I board a submarine...
Solitary - and not seen.
Before much longer, subtraction
Of enemies - this action...
Out of a gun's magazine.
Such is life for me, a spy...
Fronted by a suit and tie.
Shootings, explosions and chases...
All else done within their spaces.
Do or do not - there is no try.
You say you want a revolution?
Just what would that do to our evolution?
Bring change and revelation, what type of a solution
to the foolishness we embrace and true reality ignored pollution?
Take our guns away and the right to bear arms, settle scores
while sending foot soldiers, boots on the ground fighting someone's wars.
Build satellites, drones, bombs and smartphones to do the dirty work
stealing lives of innocence while terrorists survive to hide and lurk.
Protect those who have something to supply like diamonds, gold, oil
while people of a nation slowly die in poverty, starvation and diseased spoils.
Set up funded foundations controlled and contrived by the rich placated
and keep the monies donated for the poor and devastated.
Watch gamers play foolhardy glints of survival hunts and war-craft
never once recognizing the reality exists in the real world daft.
See your children on the tablets and i-phones texting
unawares of human contact. communication, love and touch vexed.
Hide from the gangs and random shootings on the street
bury the innocence stolen from our living free each day fleet.
History rewrites the story every decade, every century, every day
and we the people - seek change, compassion, love and understanding ways.
Peace - never lasts for we are a warring people
restless, unsatisfied, looking for something in the eye of the needle.
You say you want a revolution?
It's already here, wanting absolution.
How did it start?
How will it end?
It is the darkness in the human story from the very beginning of time.
Paint it black written in blood and tears forever flowing in the climb.