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I wrote this poem after trying to explain the Sandy Hook School shooting to my ten year old son. Tears were streaming down my cheek as he looked at me and said, "How do they (politicians/leaders) sleep at night?" I had no answer. How do you sleep
At night in your bed? Why aren't you haunted By those who are dead? Your silence speaks volumes Its reticence of action. The NRA’s funding Your deadly transaction. By distorting the words Within our constitution. You wipe your hands clean In hopes of absolution. But the dead are still dead Thanks to your stagnation. Ensuring your campaign Gets the gun lobby’s donation. And just what do I tell My child this time? How do I explain Violent gun crimes? As I tuck him in And I kiss his head I pray that he won’t End up dead. I hope that you will finally see. Your silence creates casualties.
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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
May 2020
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