Seventeen years old, Cassie Rene Bernall had her whole life ahead of her.
Daniel Barden was only seven when his life was stolen from him.
Christopher James Bishop, a thirty-five instructor, was doing the job he loved.
Gina Montalto was fourteen, a freshman in high school.
These are only a few of the lives we lost.
So, what do we do?
How do we help them?
Their lives are gone, never able to be retrieved.
Angels in the clouds, watching over their families that will never recover.
The loss is painful, and it feels like it will never end.
It starts to become scary when we stop crying.
When the tears stop falling, when lives become numbers, when children become statistics.
So, what can we do?
How can we stop the pain?
Politicians say "thoughts and prayers" while children die in their classrooms.
Politicians say "it'll be okay one day" while parents mourn their babies.
We all cry as children die but smile the next day,
Because moving on is all we've been taught.
But please, don't forget their names.
Scream them out to the world and don't let anyone forget their tears.
Children shouldn't be afraid to go to school,
And a classroom should never turn into a graveyard.
Over two hundred students and teachers have been lost since Columbine.
Don't forget them.
Cry for them.
Fight for them.
No one should have to see their friends die.
We can end this.
Author's Note This is a serious poem and not what I usually write. I did my best to be as respectful as possible. I only hope this message can be heard.- Kitten