For we do that,
oh so often, we do
decide upon a beautiful sunset,
perhaps the rising moon,
a sweet snowfall,
even the rain of a heated summer day,
lets our mind return to the numbing
nature of a human condition
built upon,
the product of denial.
But we cannot,
simply look alive people,
please don’t shut your eyes,
there’s a movement,
and this time,
it is your children,
let their voices be heard.
Imagine telling a child
you may not skip class to protest
the death of your peer
by senseless gunfire,
imagine telling your children,
I don’t love you enough
to give a crap
about your well being.
Imagine telling a child
when you leave
I’m not going to imagine
a terrible outcome.
If we demand our children
stick to the implementation
of a day of lessons
designed in minutia
and instead
forget the very reason,
we brought our child
into this world,
then we have suggested
the concept of love is a fallacy.
We are at war,
and the eyes of a child,
certainly contain the heroic passions
of our every tomorrow.