[the cruelest death:
to have your body violated by bullets,
in what should be your safest place from home.
and yet your country still chooses to cast you aside,
to protect the shells that erased you from existence.
from being. from learning. from loving. from feeling pain.
but do you think they will remember you… before you become, but a mere blurry reminiscent of what you once were?
of the atrocities committed,
promised not to be repeated.
[it’s impolite to even contemplate such tragedies befalling the loved ones of those in power.
those who can stop the hurt,
but refuse.
but it hurts because how is it that one day you were here.
then you just were not.
how can we move on, when you were taken so viciously?
how can we even fathom a life without your infectious laughter?
how can we stop the tears from salting our faces whenever we think of you? when we stare at your empty seat at the table? when we are asked where you are by your friends, brothers, sisters?
who will hold our hand, give us a hug, when we are struggling to breathe because we have to move on without you? or just because...
because you were phenomenal at making us feel better. as a parent, when we felt defeated and as beings because you made us complete, when you were born.]
do you think your country will remember that you were once a kid, [happy, bright + pure of hatred + rage] a [young] being that existed [along side us] eager to begin life?
[to go home, kiss your parents good night, play with friends and siblings and repeat your simple days.]
- stoneman douglas high school robb elementary school]
