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17 bullets to the heart
Each one a young life taken More guns don’t fix the problem The politicians are mistaken. How many more must die? How many more must suffer? When loving thoughts and prayers Are all you have to offer. These senseless killings persist While you sit idly by “The Constitution says…" “Our hands are tied….” As you pocket the NRA’s money. The dust has cleared. We see you now. We’ve come to know the truth. Your silence is for sale As you neglect our youth. No longer will we suffer We won’t be torn apart. America’s soul has taken 17 bullets to the heart. I wrote this poem after reading an interview with one of the survivors of the MSD high school shooting in which he says, “The community just took 17 bullets to the heart.” That phrase struck me. https://www.npr.org/2018/02/16/586616026/students-who-survived-florida-shooting-want-politicians-to-know-theyre-angry
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Poetry by: AsherahAlthough she was selectively edited out of the Bible two thousand years ago, she raises her voice for women today in hopes of a better tomorrow, as she makes waves of change, one poem at a time. Archives
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