In this gentle world of ours,
A banquet is set before us.
Exquisite colors radiant and clear.
The heat of summer,
The coziness of winter.
All there, all ours,
For the taking.
And yet we squabble and disagree.
We shoot our children who should be safe in their classrooms.
And yes, I say we,
All of us who are complacent in this dream.
I say this not to condemn though,
For I am chief among us.
Touched in the moment,
I ramble on with my day as we all do,
We who are subservient to the machine.
But there are some this morning who will not ramble on with their days. Some whose lives will never be the same.
All because a boy who thinks he’s a man shot a gun multiple times in the crazy frenzy of his troubled mind.
Who will help the boys now?
Who will help the families, the victims of these senseless crimes?
Who will help us wake up to the reality of this gentle world of ours with its banquet of colors?
It’s all right there for the taking.
A renaissance of mystery.
Wake up now.
Wake up and live.
Boys aren’t men.
Children aren’t targets.
Guns aren’t play things.
And this world wasn’t meant to be squandered but rather adored.