There is a scene in one of the Star Wars movies
That I cannot watch.
It’s the one where all of the young Jedi
Are killed by the evil Skywalker.
Today, for me, the movie came to life
Scraping across my nerves in so many ways…
As a parent
Wanting only to hold my children
Both old and young,
As a teacher
So proud of the bravery
Displayed by those striving to save children,
As a citizen (and former gun owner)
Tired of the lame slogan
That “people kill people,”
As a brother
Whose bro might still be alive
Had he not owned a gun.
The emotions brought this cynic
To his knees
Leaving me wondering
Why this was allowed to happen
And begging for it all to end.
For once again
The pundits are waxing of innocence lost
And the gun lobby is calling for temperance
As a defense against the offensive surely to be taken
On the weapons
That brought such destruction.
“Damn the amendments
Where civil liberties on gun ownership are concerned
For guns do kill
And today’s evil is not the tyranny that should be protected.”
How many need to die before
The laws are tough enough
Before the manufacturers give in
To a proper moral code
That places lives over profits
Before politicians lead
Without donations from purveyors of guns
Before people take back
A country built on freedoms
That guns are supposed to protect?
Arguments will certainly ensue
That this was a troubled person (SO, HE USED GUNS TO KILL)
Or that he got his weapons legally (SO, HE USED GUNS TO KILL)
Or that most gun owners are responsible (MOST?)
And I am sick of it
These deaths were not foreseeable
And neither will the next ones,
But they are predictable
As guns are so available.
I want my brother back.
I want these children back with their families.
I want this school to return.
I want the adults lost back with their families.
I want the guns back as blanks of metal
To be made into something beautiful
With a purpose of hope
And no potential for destruction
I want, I want, I want…