A poem about taking away the glory that the killers in this country seek.
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If I send you my picture
That I took of myself
Me
Standing with my automatic weapons
Standing tall
And strong
With a strength that I never knew in life
But only knew
After I killed your children
Maybe don’t post it on the television
And Facebook
For other children to seeMaybe if you don’t post it
You won’t create another one of me
Another person
Looking for the validation in death
That couldn’t be found in lifeMaybe if the TV doesn’t show it
Another unhappy teen won’t see it
They won’t think to themselves
I have a camera
I can get a gun
I can be as cool as he is
I can be as strongMaybe if they don’t see my face
They will only hear
The sounds
of the people and their sadness
The newscasters talking about
what we can do
to make things better
The cryingMaybe if they can only hear the pain
And don’t see the inflated false strength
The self aggrandizing, gun wielding power
Of a child killing other children
They won’t think to themselves
I want to find power there also.
Because I don’t know where else to look for itMaybe
If I send you my picture
That I took of what I believe to be
my most powerful self
Before I killed your children
Maybe
Maybe
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Photo: Associated Press/File