Rant against Gun Death
It was my eighth birthday, and my parents and I were watching television, and there was news of a shooting.
The Sandy Hook school shooting... I did not know what to feel, I did not understand things like that. I was confused at how someone could do that, I was celebrating my life when people died... I did not know what to do, so I pushed it to the back of my brain. However, I did not forget, I never will. That was when I started understanding the world was dark, and I was obsessed with that darkness.
Then there was the Boston Marathon Bombings. A little boy, eight years old, same age as me, was one of the people killed. I imagined the child watching the marathon through my own eyes. He would be a bit bored, after all it is watching people run around. He would look around and sit there with his parents, happy, I would guess. Until one second, one terrorist, one backpack, containing one bomb, took that away. The kid wouldn't live to graduate elementary school, get a girlfriend or boyfriend even, graduate high school, college, university, marriage, having a child. I realized that all recently, all children who die of gun violence, would never experience those things. That broke me. I cried.
Now all over the world people die every week in Mass shootings or bombings or some act of terror. Pulse nightclub was just people expressing who they are, and they were killed for it. I just cannot believe it. People say subjects are touchy and you should not talk about them. Lies. When a subject is touchy, you have to talk about it, say it out loud, shout it from the rooftops. You do not have the right to discriminate, but you have the right to use your voice to express the sadness. Honor the fallen. Honor the victims of guns, bombs, planes, stabbings, any way a person can be killed... Do NOT ignore the horror embrace it, share it, hate it, and maybe, just maybe it will stop.
I am Cakeloverk message me if you agree and I will add your name to the list of people who know horror, but do not ignore it.
Wed. Jan. 18th 2017. Time to stand!
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