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To Know
I don't want to know the name of the man with the gun.
I don't want to know the name of the perpetrator-
the one who sculpted their anger into bullets
and aimed at what looked like the ones that had done him wrong.
I don't want to know his name.
I want to know the name of those
who took his bullets without choice.
The innocent that were forced to die martyr
for someone else's pain.
But I don't want to know the statistics or autopsy.
I would rather know their favorite color,
their favorite song,
what their definition of love is.
Was.
I would rather know of the life that was forced
to flash before their eyes
than of the fate of their body-
the cage for their immortal soul.
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This piece is inspired by the shooting that occured yesterday in Las Vegas at a country concert. My heart breaks into a million pieces everytime something like this happens, which is way too often. I have been personally affected by a school shooting, the tragedy at Sandy Hook Elementary School. Because of this experience, I feel so immensley for everyone involved. This is a country-wide tragedy and even those not directly impacted experience tremendous loss.