by Pa Rock
Poetry Appreciator
Yesterday in this space I wrote about famed Florida environmentalist and political activist Marjory Stoneman Douglas, and some of the young people who attend a high school named after her. Those students have been outspoken in their demands for serious gun reforms in America. Today they are heading back to school, the first day of classes since fourteen of their classmates and three school staff members were gunned down at the high school on Valentine's Day.
Many of those courageous young people have been in the news over the past twelve days since the school massacre. Some rode buses to the capital at Tallahassee where they lobbied state lawmakers for gun policy reform. Some have appeared on national news programs expressing their demands for safe schools and stricter gun regulations. Some have become masters of social media and have stayed busy spreading their messages of rage and hope around the globe.
And at least one student turned to poetry to express her outrage at what befell her and her friends as their high school lives were ripped apart in a fusillade of bullets. Aly Sheehy's poem, "Dear Mr. President," is her personal message to Donald Trump. It is a powerful challenge to Mr. Trump - and the nation - to stand up and do something of consequence for America's youth by tightening the country's gun laws.
The students at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida, are beacons showing us the way forward to a sane future.
Dear Mr. President
by Aly Sheehy
My friends have died, they are gone from our lives,
Yet you sit there, twiddling your thumbs.
My friends have died, the life gone from their eyes,
Yet you sit there, talking anything but guns.
My friends have died, and we've cried and cried,
Yet you sit there, blaming the mentally ill.
My friends have died, our voices pushed aside,
Yet you sit there, you sit there still.
My friends have died, and our tears aren't dried,
Yet you sit there, watching us plead.
My friends have died, an issue nationwide,
You sit there still, so how 'bout you lead?
As a community forever unified,
I ask you Sir, how did this happen to us?
I invite you to learn, to hear the story from inside,
Cause if not now, when will be the right time to discuss?
Keep pushing, MSD students. Your efforts are going to improve all of our lives.
Poetry Appreciator
Yesterday in this space I wrote about famed Florida environmentalist and political activist Marjory Stoneman Douglas, and some of the young people who attend a high school named after her. Those students have been outspoken in their demands for serious gun reforms in America. Today they are heading back to school, the first day of classes since fourteen of their classmates and three school staff members were gunned down at the high school on Valentine's Day.
Many of those courageous young people have been in the news over the past twelve days since the school massacre. Some rode buses to the capital at Tallahassee where they lobbied state lawmakers for gun policy reform. Some have appeared on national news programs expressing their demands for safe schools and stricter gun regulations. Some have become masters of social media and have stayed busy spreading their messages of rage and hope around the globe.
And at least one student turned to poetry to express her outrage at what befell her and her friends as their high school lives were ripped apart in a fusillade of bullets. Aly Sheehy's poem, "Dear Mr. President," is her personal message to Donald Trump. It is a powerful challenge to Mr. Trump - and the nation - to stand up and do something of consequence for America's youth by tightening the country's gun laws.
The students at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida, are beacons showing us the way forward to a sane future.
Dear Mr. President
by Aly Sheehy
My friends have died, they are gone from our lives,
Yet you sit there, twiddling your thumbs.
My friends have died, the life gone from their eyes,
Yet you sit there, talking anything but guns.
My friends have died, and we've cried and cried,
Yet you sit there, blaming the mentally ill.
My friends have died, our voices pushed aside,
Yet you sit there, you sit there still.
My friends have died, and our tears aren't dried,
Yet you sit there, watching us plead.
My friends have died, an issue nationwide,
You sit there still, so how 'bout you lead?
As a community forever unified,
I ask you Sir, how did this happen to us?
I invite you to learn, to hear the story from inside,
Cause if not now, when will be the right time to discuss?
Keep pushing, MSD students. Your efforts are going to improve all of our lives.
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