By Claire Gelillo
Every day’s a new day
New horizon but the same fate
We the people
But we the weak
We the ones who can’t take the heat
We the ones who stand for the machine over the man
The man over the woman
The abuse with gun in hand
Face over body after body
After body
Aftermath
After the fact that we’re struggling just to stay intact
Then we take flight
We breathe and let it go
But we know
The bright light
Is just a reminder of all we failed
It’s the end of a tunnel that we can’t seem to escape
But the bones crack and break
Under pressure
We rise and we fall
The last breath in the high school hall
We inhale with no exhale
We feel the heat
We stand shoulder to shoulder
But what solution do we meet
We write the letters and cry the chants
But we fall at their feet
We beg for a chance we never had
And maybe we’re glad
Because what excuse do we have
We drank the last drop of hope
Last time we heard of mass destruction
Mass killing
Mass eruptions
Of the things we can’t control
And they call us bold
For saying that something’s wrong
But then hang up the phone
They put us down lock us up
Chain them up
Hands up
Until not a hand remains raised
And we boil with rage
Nobody left to stir the pot
But the cries remain
Ringing out into the night
Not a second to waste
But we breathe
Inhale Exhale
Another body on the ground