POEM STARTER

Submitted by Maranda Quinn

They say forgiveness is a virtue, but I’d rather keep my anger.

Use this line as inspiration for a poem.

Charlie Kirk

A man got shot today

And yesterday, and the day before that

Some kids too, a president

Will it ever just stop


No


We scream and we snarl and we fight

Whose voice will be the loudest?


We lose sight of where our anger should lie

But…where should it lie?

Whose fault is this?

Did he deserve to die?

Did any of them?


Maybe, maybe not, do we even really know?

Is it even our place to know?


The system has become so convoluted

We don’t know how to be neighbors anymore


Charlie Kirk died today

And our neighbor next door is dying of cancer

But we don’t even know that because they fly a rainbow flag and we feel so much disgust that we forget they’re just a person like us

Or maybe it’s a Trump flag

The sentiment is the same


Day in and day out we pick and choose who deserves our respect, our kindness, our understanding

Like we’re picking what we want off the McDonald’s drive thru menu


I’m guilty too


Can we lay down our weapons for just a brief second

And forget that any of it matters?

We’re just neighbors, and we’re all so….so tired


Who is telling us we want this?

Is that the real enemy?


I want to grow a garden with my neighbor

I’ll play with his grandkids, while he pets my dog

We’ll laugh at silly things, share a cold drink and reminisce on memories of our lives

Learning that we’re both just people, and we don’t really believe all those things about each other that they told us were bad

We’re just people


Because I don’t think we believe it

I don’t think we believe the other side is evil

Whichever side that is

At the end of the day

They’ve told us that

They’ve beaten us down to exhaustion

And they’ve told us, these people are bad and we should be loud, and cruel, and unforgiving about it

When none of it is actually real


Charlie Kirk died today

And maybe that is sad

I will send good vibes to his family in their time of mourning

But I don’t even know my neighbor’s name


I should

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