Mother Mother
I have no words.
My heart is heavy.
The whole thing hurts.
Another senseless tragedy
Broken hearts
A grieving society.
We claim to want to make a change.
We want to see it stop.
We scream out loud for gun control.
We continue to watch our children drop.
We offer prayers, condolences.
We rant on public forums.
We blame the gun, society, the shooter, mental health, lawmakers, congress, lack of discipline..
There’s never a decorum.
With guns we defend our politicians, celebrities, banks, jewelry stores, sporting events, and homes.
But then we’re quick to offer a solution by a sign that says “Gun Free Zone”.
There is a great divide it seems.
So many pointing fingers
But as lives are lost, and graves are dug,
The smell of gunpowder lingers.
Mental health is brushed aside,
Although it’s such an enigma.
No one wants to talk about it
Because it carries such a stigma.
“Where were this kid’s parents?!”
“Why didn’t anyone call the cops?!”
“How did he even get that gun?!”
“When is it going to stop?!”
“Bad guys always find a way.”
“It’s not the person it’s the gun.”
“Who even needs to buy an AR?!”
“All it takes is one.”
Mother mother, I hear you crying
As you drop your kids off at school.
Praying today is not the day
Asking yourself as you wave bye “Am I a fool?!”
Can we get a metal detector?
Can we get an armored guard?
Volunteering armed veterans?
Why does this have to be so hard?
I don’t know the solution.
I don’t know where to start.
For I am just a mother too,
With a heavy heart.
I know we can’t continue
On the path that we are on.
I know that something has to give.
I know we need these tragedies gone.
Change does not happen
With insults, hate, and shame.
We don’t get a damn thing done
By pointing fingers and passing blame.
Before you spout opinions
Please educate yourself
Listen and speak with an open mind
Put your arrogance up on the shelf.
We can put God back in school
We can pray until we’re blue
We can say we want to make a change
But ultimately it starts with you.
~Ashley Roberts
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