Can You Feel Your Heart?
Who Are You?
Recently we have read or heard of too many incidents of gun violence reported in the news. The worrisome thing about gun violence is that it is being perpetuated by young mostly males under 20 years old. This is rather concerning to all parents, educators, social workers, law enforcers and just everyone who cares about other humans.
We've all watched in horror in December 2012 as the report of 28 including children who were killed in gun violence in Connecticut. In Toronto Canada, over the last several weeks there were at least four boys, fifteen and younger killed by gun violence. And the sad part is that these children were not involved in the usual gangster lifestyle that we've heard about some shootings. These were innocent children, in school or in their homes where they are supposed to be safe. This is particularly troublesome to parents who are trying to teach their children to stay in school to become contributing members of their society. If our schools and homes are not safe for our children, where can they be safe?
The poem below expresses my quest to understand what goes on in the mind, heart and thought of someone who kills another. What cause a child to murder another child?
Are you misunderstood, disrespected, misjudged and ignored?
Were you abandoned by those whose guidance and approval you sought?
Are you confused, misguided, undervalued, a complex persona incurred?
Is it “kill or be killed; survival of the fittest” strategy for life you’ve been taught?
Is the world a jungle, a vicious urban unconquerable, mercenary turf?
Are you afraid that it swallows, churns and spits you out unless you morph?
Is it preservation you seek in this wretched life so hostile and fleeting?
Is the bullet and the gun your shield or your inevitable extinction?
Why do you shoot down yourselves in the street, bodies and souls bleeding?
Why this senseless loss of innocence, even those destined for distinction?
Who are you? Where is your empathy? Why can’t you feel your heart?
Were you born this way or did you come up through the dearth?
How did you become so hateful? How did you get so wretchedly poisoned?
Were you driven by your anger, your wants and need for attention?
Do you not know of alternative modes of being? Why these choices?
Did anyone show love and mercy or peaceful coexistence to you mention?
How do you sleep at night? Does your piece provide you peace and comfort?
Do you have a conscience? Is your heart in hatefulness subverted?
Who are you when the doors slam shut, the lights are out and you’re alone?
Do you mourn the hurt or dream of the pain and angst you have caused?
Do you repent for the havoc and loss of life; your wrong doings atone?
Does the impact of your actions haunt you in moments when you paused?
Or are you on route to the next victims, your gun poised to destroy?
Who are you? Do you feel a heart in there? What penitent do you employ?
Copyright Feb. 24, 2013
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