26 By Amina Iro [U.S.A.]
For every letter of the Alphabet,
there was a dream,
An age when “L M N O P” is still
understood “elemenohpee.” Whose hands had no other job than to ensure that the seeds of knowledge made their way into the Earth
An abused right to bear arms bloodied bare arms If we do not learn from history, we are doomed to repeat it Fighting firearms with firearms is not the answer How dare we still debate on this matter? Risk ourselves and our children for the right to carry a gun that does nothing but embody death in a capsule smaller than the finger that is used to pull the trigger
Never again Never again after people were told to close their eyes as they exited the building to avoid being scarred by a sight that should have never come into existence. Never again after enough tears were shed to end the drought of peace and prosperity in this world. Never again after the strongest of hearts were tossed, tumbled, broken, shattered, pieces scattered and lost all in less than 24 hours. Never again after I told my little brother that he would be save going to school on Monday morning Unsure of whether or not I had lied to him.
Newtown, Connecticut we do not weep
for you. When the sun’s shining just isn’t enough, we lend ourselves to you.
Our shoulders to cry on, to take a rest on We give you our feet to walk with when yours do not have the strength to carry you through the day And we give you our hands, never to replace the hands that you lost, But rather because you need all the warmth you can get in this cold world and we need it too
Our attention is moving The Earth is still spinning. But as the pages of the book on life continue turning As we write, speak, type, compose As we BREATHE We must never forget the names that make up the letters of the alphabet |