Silenced Violence

I didn’t know grief had a sound, until it echoed in the silence after the gunshot.
How could something so final, so brutal, happen so fast?
The tears felt so heavy but were pointless. Nothing could remove your bloodstain in the dirt.

I screamed at the ground, but the earth didn’t care,
So, I cursed at the heavens demanding he be spared.
The truth is we stand in a shooting range, and no one even flinches when the bullets start flying.
As kids play on the playground, which would soon be their graveyard.
Like bodies hitting the ground is just background noise.

"They say every child is a gift, but we bury them before their story begins."
You talk about solutions, but we see the lies,
Sitting in silence while our next life dies.
You call us the future, but our future is the grave,
How can we create when our voices are enslaved?

Politicians preach change, but it's just a charade,
Promises made, but our hopes start to fade.
“This backpack’s my armor,” a kid says with a smile,
While ducking for cover, it's the new normal style.
“I got my new phone,” a kid says with pride,
But it’s not for fun; it’s a lifeline for when they hide.

But this “normal" must change,
Because soon, we will run out of the flame.
The flame that keeps us going is dwindling thin,
And soon enough, pain will win.

So, who will start the revolution,
When the only thing worth “banning” is books being “too sick”?
While kids are being rolled off on nothing less than a stick?
A plan needs to be formed, before this world is torn.
Even if it's a soft whisper, screaming in the night,
We must fight to stop the silenced violence and finally see the light.