By Damien Knight

I’m tired, tired of the death
Of the spread of blood
Tired of the gunshots
Taking those beloved
Early to their graves
I’m tired of thought and prayers
That don’t save
The innocents lost
I’m tired
But nothing is done
Because who cares the cost
Take our guns,
Our freedom they shriek
What about the church
The praying meek
Their freedom less than?
But I’m tired
Of this being our stance
Do we not care?
What of the children?
The weeping moms
When, when
Did we despise youth
That a school shooting, ignored
I’m tired of terror
Being dismissed
But most of all
I’m just tired of all this!

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