Bullets and Tears
In these years of Bullets and Tears,
We are forced to face our deepest fears.
The very LIVES of our daughters and sons
are threatened by these loaded guns...
Their gentle hands embrace the steel,
They "wonder" how it feels... to kill.
They pull the trigger...
They hear the screams...
They smell the blood...
They shatter dreams.
Nevermore, to take it back.
"What was it that this child lacked"?
The KNOWLEDGE of what was so real
could have saved everyone from this ordeal.
Should the parents have been able to tell
that their child was drowning in their own hell?
Smothered by emotions as they fight back the rage,
with nowhere to turn but to the 12-guage.
Be sure that they know they can come to you,
when life gets hard and they don't know what to do.
Put all of your weapons under lock and key
So that your child, or mine, won't become casualties.
Don't bother asking "why" this happens.
You need only to ask "when?".
For unless people have the knowledge,
this "will" happen again.....
In these years of Bullets and Tears...
This poem was written by ~enyaw~ on Feb 16, 2003.
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inspiring, and absolutely beautiful.