Walkout Of Misery
By Christian Allamby
17 minutes for 17 names
The walkout we had showed that gun laws were to blame
Instead of supporting the cause and keeping things organized
We’re off to our lives, with grief surely unrecognized
We did more standing than walking
“Beigel” and “Feis” would’ve wanted a sequel, but their hearts been deported
Led by feet that supported, arms placing kids in safety’s confinement
They took more action than us, but yet can't get another chance at surviving
Student athletics, scholarships for the future
“Alhadeff had her mind on competitive soccer”
One goal set ahead, just for the next morning to be presumed dead
Family wishing she was still alive to see their baby girl run ahead
A band for our fallen, but no more marching for them
“Gina” and “Alex” will always have tunes crowds could never forget
Beautiful souls reaching from broken scars
There is a need to be upset when you don't get a chance to see your child make it far
Why did he do this?
Why does it pain?
Could be from illness…
or he’s just mentally insane
“Peter” and “Petty”, JROTC program
Never to touch the field, because death came and called early
Where’s their medal of honor, not that it settles families losses
No one could ever be ready when all they know is practice
Slowly advancing, death is something they haven't grasped yet
“Carmen”, just like my mother”s name
If she was ever taken from me I’d might scream God’s name in vain
Who knows, maybe he is to blame
But why take an excellent student away from us, playing with our lives like a game
To see a father cry, and have another father die
For “Jamie’s” father I understand the pain that must be inside
To see an angel fly the sky
And realize your princess won’t ever get to reach her height
For “Chris”, with his half missing, his family's left with a hole
No other man could ever replace him even when death leaves a warm hearted man cold
To balance a job and a family, providing your son with the keys to live right
Offering your team the green light, teaching every kid on the roster not to let the screams bite
“Helena”, “Meadow” and “Nicholas”, one more year, that’s ridiculous
Some had scholarships, others didn’t
At least we know fear didn't blurr up their vision
Why did you do this to children?
Three who almost tasted adulthood, waiting for high school to finish
They were headed to college
Why not let them wake so they can finish
Full of life, surely gifted, “Martin” had just experienced new lessons
“Luke” was crossing, bound for greatness
“Cara” coasted, chilling in sand swallowed by deep waves
Three more names of victims, who all had vibrant lives to raise
At certain levels it gets harder for my temperature not to go insane
To have this mess with your brain…
Connecting to these people, hearing the things we all do the same
My duty to feel like a friend, feel for anyone who’s been fighting this pain
If I lose friends I’d be back to writing this
Please don’t force an overtime, you’re taking lives of innocents
Find a new balance between peace and riots
Please as a people, put an end to this
Would’ve found a friend in “Oliver”, writing poetry, we shared the same
And if not, who cares about the differences?
Either dead or alive, we still have our name
But I wish for every child and adult who lost their lives in the Parkland shooting to walk the clouds and prevent anymore rain
For you guys I dedicate this poem with a promise…
If hope dies, i'll make the light shine
The world needs to see the pain, recognize your importance
From one soul to another, I hope you all stay to see the change students are finally involved in...No more misery and crying
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