Only 16

For the victims of the Florida school shooting.

 You’re 16, and now your 6 feet underground

The life that you knew has disappeared, and all that is left is the memories of when you were here.

People send thoughts and prayers, but then it is ignored in a couple of days like no one cares.

They say your safe in schools, that is the one place where you can go, learn, and return home with more knowledge then before, no one said anything about you taking your last breath on that classroom floor.

People don’t care until it affects them personally, 17 dead children well ‘hey it wasn’t me’ but add more laws on guns and suddenly there is an uproar, good to know gun restriction is higher up then the lives of a classroom of 24.

The families are scrambling, how can they go on, the voices of their children are no longer echoing throughout the house making them strong.

They would take back every argument, every disagreement, for just one more hug, or even one more second of your breathing.

But that was all taken away by the bullets that rang out from that gun, reasons become unknown for why they had to run.

There is talk, talk, talk, but there is never any action. Why can’t people understand the volume of this transaction.

17 children are dead, 17 lives that were never even lead.

People hope and pray that this never again happens, until the next one and then what is the reaction.

Payers, thoughts, and hope, but never again action, because the people don’t want to admit that we have a problem of this faction.

You were 16 years old when your body was found, hopefully one day we will have justice for when you hit the ground.

 

Author's Note

Just let me know what you think, just started to get back into writing poetry.