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.
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
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Sumyanna Writes 
Such a sad post but yet what is sad is that it is our reality : (
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So incredibly true. I remember a time when this type of thing wasn’t always in the news.
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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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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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This is very dark, Sumyanna, but sadly it is a very real depiction of our world at the moment.
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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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