June…and I couldn't help but think that #wearorange will soon be back in the US
A wonderful campaign that I know thanks to @TonyStark
I am writing the poem for this year and ask you all to think of all the far too many people who have lost their lives far too soon because of gun violence
We should all develop an awareness that guns should only be left in the hands of people who have been trained to use them...
Last years poem…until I finish the new one
#AltText The pain of a boy Robbed of the beautiful steps in his life Torn mercilessly from life Lying in his own blood The parents soul broken The future of all here ended For a better world The pain of a sister The Life of her Brother robbed Lying lifeless in his own blood Torn from her heart Pain that never ends Pain that only she can feel This is the pain That those do not feel Who should feel it For the bullet did not hit them And not those they love most The cry of a student Robbed of his future Of life with endless dreams Now the dreams go up in smoke The smoke that escapes From the weapon's vent The cry of a teacher Otherwise imparting knowledge To the growth of a Hopeful generation Seeing their students Lifeless in their own blood This is the cry That those do not hear Who should hear it Shattering the bullet hit life And shattered too many of them #AltText The scream of a woman Hit by an invisible nothing Lying helpless in her own blood Brutally torn from life Begging for her children, who are without her now Begging for her great love, who is without her now The cry of a man Losing his love Who was by his side long Seeing his eternal love Lifeless in her own blood Torn from his side forever Deprived from their children's side This is the cry That those should hear Who bear the guilt But they do not do For the bullet did not hit them The pain; the suffering You do not see That you are supposed to Following an ideology From a past time Looking at other things For much more important to you Than life Is the money that is made And a freedom sung Which is not For freedom does not kill And your compassion Is no longer believed here For if you would feel the pain And hear the never ending cries Then the change Had already been made Now those who are no longer here Deprived of their right to life Speak for their life taken So that it may be understood What we all lost The innocence we should have The future we should see For this world of us Because bullets do not stop They fly on Destroy And kill Far more than we thought.
But because we are the Fedi here and we are a lot of great people, please read the poem and think about this injustice and be with all those whose lives have been senselessly victimized by gun violence.
If it had been so close to his heart what he did back then
-then he would have made it public back then
-publicly apologized to his victims back then
-said he had now accepted help
-not paid money for the hotel not to make the recordings public
-not secretly paid his victim hush money but publicly paid compensation for pain and suffering
@si_irini Thank you. I got a little bit overwhelmed with replies so it took me a minute to get back but I’m going to think on it as I wind down for bed. I will write you in the morning, my time.
The second one I'm watching now is about violence against women
I'm already having trouble watching the first few minutes, tears are welling up in my eyes
How can it be that we don't deal with this more often?
These women will suffer for a lifetime, struggle with the consequences and yet are only a marginal figure in the media
Every third day a woman is murdered in Germany, every third day, it breaks my heart