When you promised “justice and liberty for all” there are thousands who didn’t get justice at all. Justice is not met when the murderer is in jail but the weapon is free to sell. Justice is not met when guns are passed from father to son who says “now you can kill someone” When you promised that this would be the land of the free and I sailed across the sea to be here only to realize… did you mean our souls freed from our bodies? Our tears freed from our eyes? Our hearts freed from our chest? Our brain freed from our head? Is that what you meant? When you promised “land of the free” While you are so busy breaking apart families because someone is on your land illegally there are people who are dying unnaturally. Those who died they didn't have a chance to leave Footprints behind while alive so instead they gave us blood-soaked clothes and Blood Stained cement and said “I tried to leave something behind but I didn't mean… I didn't want it to be that I. have.. Died.” they wish that they could say “I love you” to their parents one more time, and tell their little sister not to cry because their older sister has just died and she has to watch the blood flow through a hole in her head, and she wishes she was dead instead. Because maybe her parents could be alright and maybe they wouldn't cry at night and maybe she wouldn’t feel this way like a piece of her soul was missing like it had flown away on the wings of the wind. And maybe. Just maybe. Her sister would smile again. How does it take 17, scratch that, millions upon millions of deaths… plus 17 for people to stand up, for people to speak up, for people to say “this isn’t right.” and did you know that more than 100 people die every day, not because it was their time but because they were forced by a tiny bit of metal. We aren’t talking about 17 deaths unavenged. We are talking about a whole nation, a whole world that could be filled with people who had to give up, succeed, to prove a point “that I could make you bleed. And people cry “When will this end?” The answer is never. As long as man is on earth, there will be monsters under the bed. And those of us who are left maybe we should all wear red because at least we aren’t dead we still breathe and we still have laugh and smile and cry and we still feel because somewhere there is a little kid in an adults body that has found a new toy wondering how it would feel to make someone bleed red and suddenly someone is dead. so let's all wear red.
- Author: DafiaEislyn ( Offline)
- Published: February 20th, 2018 12:04
- Category: Sad
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Let's wear red!
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