There is not much I could add, other than the wish it will not just be read but heard -and understand- as well. One can dream!
Tag: <span>gun control</span>
A parents powerful poem about the high school shooting in Florida.
“17”
It was
17 mornings like any other
17 snoozes and then another
17 breakfasts on the go
17 “byes” promising “hello”
17 bodies in sleepy motion
17 minds embracing commotion
The numbness I feel when I hear about another mass shooting is alarming. Am I becoming cold-hearted, or is it a simple defense mechanism that helps me to avoid the hurt I felt so many times before. Yesterday, more innocent victims have been killed by another coward mass murderer with a gun, he should not have been allowed to have.
“How about we treat every young man who wants to buy a gun like every woman who wants to get an abortion — mandatory 48-hr waiting period, parental permission, a note from his doctor proving he understands what he’s about to do, a video he has to watch about the effects of gun violence.
I have written a post after every mass shooting, but now I am at the point that I don’t know what to say anymore. The hope I had, has been buried under a pile of dead bodies. While many of us wish for stricter gun laws, Congress will soon vote on a bill to ease the sale of silencers. I am lost for words and simply don’t understand it anymore.
The last time I cried for strangers and felt the need to reach out, was when I was on my way back home on December 14, 2012, when I heard the news, about the shooting at the Sandy Hook Elementary school. It wasn’t the first school shooting I heard of, but it was the first one that made me cry. Names like Columbine, Virginia Tech and Sandy Hook are burned into the minds of our generation.