It may seem facetious to some when
I hum along to Pumped Up Kicks driving
To school but I’m just glad I’m surviving
Unlike the neighbor boy shot down at ten.
They fight to protect the number one threat
To life for kids in this country, but God
Forbid we allow that Drag show facade
To jeopardize our kids with that mindset.
I was only seventeen but afraid
Of my classmates I barely knew. I should
Not have been desperately begging for safety
Yet I hid beneath my desk as I prayed
To whatever god would listen and could
Bless me with the chance to live to eighteen.
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Author:
Emily Bradshaw (
Offline) - Published: April 24th, 2023 11:30
- Comment from author about the poem: This is the 4th poem I am publishing as a part of my Nouveau America collection. This poem was written as a response to increase school shootings in America and resistance of political leaders to do something about it. Thoughts and Prayers won't save your children.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments4
This is a great poem!
A brave and forceful poem about the current situation facing America. It is appalling that our (leadership?) can't seem to move to save our children. Please remember this when it's time for you to vote. Loved your poem. - Phil A.
Difficult to make commentary here, as I am originally English, where even the Cops don't routinely wear guns and now live in Australia where Cops do, but there are (we are assured) very few among the general population.
To make judgement generally I can only conclude that the whole of a very overpopulated world is beset with stupidity.
"Thoughts and Prayers won't save....." - There have been many thoughts and prayers at MPS over such phenomena as climate change, war and so on... exercises in futility.
Please continue to tell it like it is, Emily.
And as a postscript, you have made the sonnet form your own, without a whisper...
Beautifully crafted
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