Untitled Poem #15

Laughter stopped.
Childish giggles replaced with whimpered fear.
Calls for help.
Pleading for rescue.
While he did pace.
What were they waiting for?
Black hellish pain
no amount of prayers
no amount of condolences will erase
keening wails
hearts shredded
no way to be repaired
voices still rise
no no we won’t let go
it is our right to carry.
No one is saying take their guns.
No one is denying there are responsible ones.
What about safety checks?
Background checks?
Taking a gun safety course?
All things easily done.
Why do you need to purchase an assault rifle?
What animal needs shooting with that?
That animal.
My tears run unchecked
hands raised
feeling pain from afar
so strong
it knocks me to my knees.
Screams heard
through trembling earth;
there is no coming back.
There is no just reward.
There is no way forward
when voices are raised
to protest any safe guards
instead of clamoring to ensure
this bullshit never happens again.
©May 28/22
Picture is my own

Where’s My Peeps?

This morning a decision has been reached.
I must for the sake of my sanity stop reading the news.
Not forever but for the next little bit.
Now and until I go back to work from holidays on May 30th.
There are two main things that set me off this morning.
  1. There is a ‘race’ going on for the leadership of the Conservative party here in Canada. I have not been paying much attention given the fact that I am not a Conservative and their policies do not come anywhere near where I am in beliefs and needs.
  2. Elon Musk and his drive for freedom of speech. It appears that he would have allowed the live stream of the mass shooting in Buffalo to continue.
Maybe I misread the article but I am not about to go back to see if I am wrong.
Even if I am does it matter?
There are words spoken by those who have a broader platform and range than I do who utter absolute mistruths and nonsense daily.
Sometimes hourly.
It has become the ‘in’ thing to take a reality and tell people that it does not exist.
That what was seen was totally wrong.
Misportrayed by the media.
In other words, gaslighting.
One of the asses who is running for leadership in Canada indicated that the protest in Ottawa that disrupted the lives and businesses of thousands was peaceful.
That had Prime Minister just acquiesced to their demands it would have all been over and done with.
So in other words pander to the few who are frothing at the bit to release their ignorance and evil upon the world at large while ignoring the majority whose voices are quieter because they are actually aware of the consequences to their actions and how it affects others not just themselves but those around them as well.
The mass shooting this weekend in Buffalo NY in a predominately Black neighborhood was racially motivated.
The White Replacement Theory here at work.
I myself have never heard of anything so stupid and I mean seriously but those who have a need to be told what to think and do seem to be falling for it in droves.
White replacement theory is that the white population is being driven down by low birth rates and immigration tactics.
And the Jews have been behind the creation of this insidious plan.
OMG not to be ignorant but the vast majority of Jews that you see are WHITE!
Does anyone else see the issue here or is it just me?
The live stream of this shooting was on Twitch an Amazon gaming platform.
They removed it within minutes of it starting.
Where were the seconds?
Where were the content police at that moment?
Do not tell me that there are no content police because over at Facebook I got a warning about inciting violence by indicating in a response on a friend’s post that some people deserved a swift kick in the ass.
That is right I incited violence.
But Facebook allowed a live stream of mass shootings in the US before taking it down after over 5-10 minutes of it being streamed.
So it is ok to allow actual violence to be shown but god forbid you make a statement about kicking someone and get shutdown in a moment.
Believe me it was almost instantaneous with me.
I cried this morning over all of this.
My heart hurts for mothers and fathers who have lost their children.
For children who have lost their parents.
For women who are forced underground because some white man has decided that he knows what is best for her body.
For Trans individuals as they go through their journey supported only by their parents and peers.
Their rights being systematically striped from them because some white man is terrified of change and what that entails.
For all the marginalized communities who are still being regulated by white men who believe they know what is best.
And it is worth mentioning that the vast majority of those making these decisions and policies are white men.
None of whom have given birth.
None of whom have to worry about rape.
None of whom have to worry that they maybe beaten or murdered because they are living their truth.
None of whom have to worry about…..
Where does it end?
When all rights and liberties are striped away?
When we as women are shackled and chained?
When Blacks, Hispanics, anyone who is different has been reduced to less than?
Where are the voices raised in protest with mine?
It is time that we become louder than those who scream and froth because of their rabidity and fear.
It is time for our voices to be heard.
©May 17/22
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