BANG.
is the sound of neglect
matured into rage.
BANG.
deafens the ears of those
unwilling to listen.
BANG.
begs to ring the alarm
that can’t be snoozed.
BANG.
it begins before the aftermath
of smoke.
BANG.
a boy who has only seen touch,
but never felt it.
BANG.
the daughter whose been hugged
too long by abuse.
BANG.
babies burning in silence,
until innocence drowns in the ash,
then BANG, just like the movies.
busy parents working too hard to explain special effects.
BANG, you get it already.
BANG. ‘cuz there’s been another shooting,
and BANG, the poet wants the metaphor, BANG,
to get your attention,because BANG,
there’s no re-start on this video game.
BANG. you already saw it coming,
but you didn’t do shit,
just sat there, while BANG.
the ones we call freaks
ease our accountability.
all media gets placed in a vacuum
of blame.
our animal grows strong
when fed on what distracts our humanity.
BANG.
this is not gun politics.
war is a convenient way to ignore the work.
it takes a village to raise a monster.
BANG.
a billion uncharted moments
before the darkness
filled with stars.
a billion unreported experiences
before the child throws the fit
that becomes the clip
we stay fixed on,
like children gazing at fireworks.
explosions made both message
and meaning.
BANG.
listen for more
than the loudest sound in a room.
BANG.
weapons will evolve
while we deny their origin.
weapons will melt
once we’ve reverse engineered our hate.
weapons will become archaic
with choices more fitting to our unique design.
BANG.
make time for others’ hurt
before it turns poison.
BANG.
remember the child within
before you react
from the child within.
BANG.
let your pain be a guide
and not a source.
BANG.
teach yourself how fruitless
the zero sum game.
BANG.
teach your daughters
their will is not a prison.
BANG.
teach your sons
their want demands context.
BANG.
compassion is greater
than all that may destroy us.
in every breath
an opportunity towards
demise
or thrive.
it’s not in the words,
it lives in what’s between.
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