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Controversial Music Video,

snugglebuck
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Poetry Contest

Write a poem based on how you responded to the controversial music video, Pumped Up Kicks by Foster the People.
This competition is for DU members with five or less wins.  

Both CSD1558 (Minx) and I would like you to write a poem about the music video provided in the link below.  
Let your emotions spill out on paper.  Tell us how it made you feel, deep inside your soul.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=_MFt08wEUOQ

SweetKittyCat5
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Silence

In memory of mass shootings that has gripped our society  
As a new day approach  

The sun no longer provides warm to a storm that has set in  
Tears falling heavily as the subconscious of reality will soon begin  
A presence from birth, now gone too soon  
I give you the stars I gave you the moon  
There are tears in silent remembrance today  
Words of comfort I give to you, when I do not know the right words to say  
On my knees as I pray  
Daily grief not to hinder your way  
Keep your faith never to betray  

I couldnít hold your hand as you took your last breath  
As you stood on the throne of life and death  
Such cruel and untimely fate as youíve met  
Hurt, disbelief, wrapped in a blanket of anger  
From the senseless mentality of a complete stranger  
This poem is so unfair to write  
Retaining my own tears, for such a sickening grotesque sight
While seeing through the eyes of any parentís pain, their silent mental fight  
Holding onto a smiling picture frame, not wanting to let go with all their might  

I feel your heartache, my God it hurts, it makes me so ill  
Destiny knocked at your door with a plan to kill  
Slaughter of the innocent at the expense of someone elseís deranged free will  
No more laughter, no debating, no kisses or great day wishes  
No one to pat on the back when adolescent years have challenged their existence  
You can do this, a parentís voice once echoed in loving persistence  
As visions of deferred hopes, crushed yesterdays, with no more promises of a future tomorrow  
At this moment in time I could never measure the depth of your sorrow  

Spaces once occupied mementos now standing still  
Is this all done under Godís earthly will  
I donít understand this, so vital, yet so young  
At this time no need to hold my tongue  
Therefore, itís time to put down those guns  
NRA we have to do better with our liberal gun laws  
Caskets, funerals, obituaries, from such a demoralizing cause  
Tell your excuses to parents whoíve outlived their future generation, tears rolling down cheeks without a pause  

Just remember in your PR speech, a precious soul has been taken in the blink of an eye  
Life we live and death we must die  
But not at the hands of evilness, who never had that right to decide  
I cannot hold memories, it cannot talk  
I was the one who held my childís hand as they learned to walk  
I was the one who wiped their flowing tears  
Now some deranged person, who never cherished his own life, brought me to this, here  
Someone hold me now, in the midst of far away tears  
An untimely death, anyoneís worst fears  

Iíve held hands as life has slipped away  
Not for such young genders whose still at play  
Prom and School Dances  
Puppy love romances  
Given so many parental second chances  
The candle has, as known by a parentís name, has blown out in the wind  
I give you my shoulder, my ear I lend  
Silence greets homes, heard now so very loud  
Beautiful young souls have now floated beyond the clouds  
To Godís arms life has returned  
Leaving an empty space and an unspoken presence to yearn  

Sarah McLachlan - In the arms of an Angel
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AspergerPoet56
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Packing Bullets For School

The weirdo in plain sight  
Different in the way he moves
On the outside looking in  
 
Pushed by peers  
By social media  
Who donít understand the torment  
 
An anger burns away innocence  
Whatís left simmers slowly  
Till it all boils over  
 
The barriers of reason  
Crash down  
Leaving a shell of evil  
 
Everyone will feel his pain  
Know the hell he comes from  
In the hail of bullets spread  
 
Each a statement
That underscores the need  
To silence the bullying morons
 
Taking down the world  
To feel normal  
To feel in control again
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Thanks Sweetkitty and Asperger for your courageous writes.

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Here Come the Storm Clouds


Rolling, roiling
they comeó
from over the horizon,
pent-up greens turned charcoal
in clouds like monsters, hulking
across the plains.  

The rains
the rains
comeó
and wash away the blood;
I hope God doesnít hate me
for wishing heíd shoot Bonnie
and her prima donna bitches

and Dan the I-love-me, quarterback

and Nelson and Tyler and Ashley andó

and everyone except me

because he did, the shooteró
shot them all, everyone
on my list, I ever thought Iíd shoot, if I had a gun.

Rains still fall in torrents, thunder screams.

I know what it feels like to survive
and itís an ugly thing.

I should have died too, for wishing them dead
because they are, like the shooter read my mind.

He came too, on the clouds, and
heís melting in slow motion police sirens.

I survived. A coward under the table.

snugglebuck
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Thank you so much Madam for contributing this unique and courageous perspective.

Absence
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The Real Life

What is this life we now live?
Where mass shootings
almost go unnoticed?
Weíve become
so numb,
we rarely even lose our focus!
Our daily activities,
have become our proclivity,
and our sensitivity
ainít allowed to interrupt ďOURĒ serenity!
Is this the real life?
Where weíre all just waiting to die?
Or are we just awaiting a personal tragedy
to befall you and I?
Are we so immune to ďthe way things areď
that we let death
gloss over our eye?
And the momentary tragedies
we hear about on the news,
have less affect on us than a sty?
Where did this Ďlack of compassioní
we possess,
turn into ďLetís make this
about ourselvesĒ
so we can take our own insecurities
and shame somebody else?
Social media has taken the weak,
and turned them into bullyís!
Granted, itís helped punish some individuals but it hasnít corrected
any situations fully.
It seems we want these things to continue
so we can find something new to attack!
We get a high off being vigilantes,
so we stab each other in the back!
Weíve lost all of our direction,
following our treacherous heart,
has become our goal.
We have a glaring LACK OF LOVE
but we canít figure out why
this world has lost control!
Written by Absence
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Ghostwriter (Kinderspiel)

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javalini
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Thoughts & Prayers

if it's not your good boy's good brain
spattered
or your baby girl
torn
if it's not your son
or your daughter dead at fourteen or fifteen
and all that love
all that hope
all that sweet prideful desire for your progeny
to rise above the mundane
and do
and be
and shine --
if it's not yours
suddenly
just gone,
wasted,
ruined
then it's awful
and wrong
and it just shouldn't happen
and good lord, holy Jesus

but that's it
that's us

mass shooting
thoughts and prayers
then go on about your business

because who but mama and papa has time to mourn
what with the electric bill on the table and the mortgage coming due?
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Commentonly
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Shooting Feelings, A Loss of Masculinity, Discipline, Stoicism and Fathers

we churn out another wheel crushed man
that didn't understand why the world
hated that he breathed
blamed him for

patriarchy
rape culture
unconscious bias
his toxic masculinity is crushing all around
and killing himself

punished for looking at a woman
the wrong way
called a creeper for flirting awkwardly

taught that his impulses are wrong
his thoughts are wrong
given no role model to mold
those things into controlled tools
because his mother resents his father
turned the dagger
of blame into a double edged blade
rammed it deep in his psyche

his anger
aggression
his existence an affront on
the march of feminization
crammed in his mouth
along with the Ritalin
washed down with scorn and derision
ADHD diagnosed

he sits
internalising the disapproval of society
how he's worth nothing
that all he offers is done better
by a woman
encouraged to not even try

they demand he share his feelings
to purge his toxicity
emotional incontinence
paraded as the new norm

decides he might as well take
all the hurt
cram it into a bag of resentment
load his feelings

pull the trigger

and all the other kids in the pumped up kicks
wonder
how it happened
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Very moving Sweet🐱.  And compliments for noting Sarah McLachlan's 'In the arms of an Angel' as inspiration.

snugglebuck
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Thanks Wacky for contributing.

snugglebuck
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I agree, Absence. We are a ship without a rudder.

snugglebuck
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I too, javalini, tire of Thoughts & Prayers.

snugglebuck
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Commentonly, your poem brings up a good point.  We need to stand back and ask ourselves, at are the perpetrators of school shootings exclusively males?

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