I don’t remember Waco.
I barely remember when Oklahoma became
a reprehensible crater from a two-ton bomb.
But I remember what started the debate between whether or not believing in God
could cause a gun to fire in the hands of Columbine.
I remember when they took the UN out university
and added it to the Airline attacks for UNABOMBer.
I remember where I was the day our emergency number turned the blackest black
And I wrote a 2,000 word essay on the 2,977 lives that remain now only in our emotions.
I remember when Virginia Tech sent a fleet of angels sky bound
and they became the most talked about school.
I remember broken wings of butterflies
That use to call Sandy Hook home.
I remember when our runner’s world got just a bit smaller
but that Boston was always strong.
And now I remember when a man traded his sense of pulse
for another purpose.
I wasn’t there and I feel just a fraction
I’ve never been shot at but this is my reaction.
When even our politicians ask, “When are we going to do something about gun reform?”
And they say “the US does not negotiate with terrorist, nor conform,”
Well I say these uncontrolled guns have terrorised us enough
that it’s those guns that should be placed in handcuffs
Now is the time for us to let our blood drip for one another
that when I die my heart will go to some other.
Everyone deserves love
whether or not they are on our side.
From our pulse
we must always let love be our guide.
We’re called home when the time is ready
even if we feel it’s not time to go.
Because from even ashes
can flowers and love grow.