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A Cry for Sanity in America

Poetry By: Ava Rosien

I am so tired of sensless acts of violence. Children dying before having the chance to live...I want to scream;Wake Up America!

Submitted:Dec 20, 2012    Reads: 200    Comments: 7    Likes: 6   

My thoughts are deep and dark on this day;

so much to voice; so much I want to convey.

Troubled thoughts; of a world gone mad;

of a gunman's fury and families now sad.


Innocents and teachers; how can this be?

It is America; the land of the free…

Make it free of guns; and violence I plead;

No more children die; this should be our creed!


Smiling little faces staring off the front page;

taken from this world at such a tender age.

Coffins carried gently,precious bodies hold;

Once warm with life; now they lay so cold.


What could the twenty children have done;

to the man who wielded his mother's gun?

Shooting them; the babies in their school;

A sick mind with a registered gun his tool.


What does it take to wake up a country gone mad?

apparently not twenty children; that is so truly sad.

Take away the games that teach our kids to kill;

Take away the movies that bend and shape their will!


Yes, the guns take lives; but where comes the thought?

From stupid games of war and death; that can be bought.

Sitting for hours upon end; seeing blood fill the screen…

Firing guns and mowing down people is what's seen;


Is this entertainment we all want our children to enjoy?

Learning life has no value; to just rampage and destroy?

"Virtual computer animation" Is that what we are to believe?

What of those with problems; mentally just don't conceive;


that it's just a game; and go out for greater thrills one day?

It's frightening what we condone; what we are willing to ignore;

Ratings ignored on games and movies; purchased at the store.

Hand them to the kids; "Here I got the one you wanted son!"

Then act surprised when told they've been caught with a gun.


The one who kills the most gets bragging rights, he wins the game;

Then once out on the streets; he thinks nothing of those he's slain.

Do we sit back and fold our hands; keep them clean of blood?

Or do we stop the madness that covers America like a flood?


Relying on elected officials to fix things; in them you have no doubt?

America is made of people; and we people still carry a lot of clout!

Write letters to congress; shout from rooftops if that is what it takes…

Let our leaders know this madness must stop, for all our children's sakes!


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