The Bloody Pages of Yesterday’s News, a poem

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Senseless gun violence these days, is sadly, nothing new.  I wrote this poem a year ago for one of those sad events, but the words still ring true today.  So sad to see this as the main means for people to show their discontent.

 

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I am tired of us

writing our history

on the bloody pages

of yesterday’s news

where thirst for blood

and dividing lines

creates more thirst

for blood

and dividing lines.

Day after day

our children

must live in fear

for when

will it be our turn

to bleed out in the streets

for when

will it be our turn

to be the means to seek justice

despite that we live peacefully

and we

wear not the shame

that others

sadly drape

across their backs.

You can see it

when you look

into the eyes of others

the fear

the concern

the holding back

they are worried

the man, standing next to them

is worried

and in truth,

we are all worried.

Our thoughts speak –

when will injustice touch me

when will I exchange

a name for another number

another one down

another one down

mark it all up to

senseless tragedy

it matters not the reason.

LIFE

IS

NOT

MEANT

TO

BE

LIKE

THIS

to always fear

what will happen next –

with all the beauty

that surrounds us

on all sides.

Our anger becomes

the ugliness

that seeps within

and when will we understand?

But someone else

puts another bullet

into the chamber

and thinks that

they’ll receive justice

but they too

are the injustice

that roams about the land.

 

(c) Sumyanna 2016

 

Submitted for The Daily Post Prompt: create

Photograph courtesy of Pixabay.com

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8 Comments Add yours

  1. Such a sad post but yet what is sad is that it is our reality : (

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      So incredibly true. I remember a time when this type of thing wasn’t always in the news.

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      1. Same here. I remember the days BEFORE school shootings. BEFORE bomb threats etc. My biggest fear growing up was that the ice-cream truck might drive by and I wouldn’t find enough quarters in time. My kids are growing up in a totally different world. It saddens me.

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        1. Sumyanna says:

          Exactly… There was a lot more innocence. Now you worry about sending the kids to the street to meet the ice cream truck. It is horribly sad that children cannot be children like they used to.

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  2. This is very dark, Sumyanna, but sadly it is a very real depiction of our world at the moment.

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      Yes, it is. I just remember being so saddened by the tragedy and seeing it happen again and again is disheartening. I hope that people learn to deal with difficulties in more constructive ways. People should not constantly fear their safety and I cannot help but feel sad for those who witness tragedies like this. They are forever impacted.

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