Baby Obituaries

Obituaries 
Are not meant 
For ten year olds

The are for the elders
Who have had paragraphs
Full of life
With children 
Who will carry on
To keep their memories alive

Obituaries 
Are not meant 
For elementary students 

They are meant for sudden illness 
Crashes, accidents, or
Cancer’s gruesome grip
As a way of solace
A remembrance
Of some life’s trip

But how do you pay tribute
To a life yet to be lived
The loss of potential
Snuffed out by another kid

How many more children 
Have to watch their friends die
All while looking a steel killing machine
Dead in the eye

Obituaries 
Are not meant 
For school kids

They are meant for old men
With more guns than sense 
In bed with the NRA
A bullet for me
And two for you
When will something change?

Comments

  1. Katie, Great and SleepyMay 31, 2022 at 10:50 AM

    When they decide to stop killing innocent kids and go after people in power. Then we will quickly find a resolution. Until then, it's thoughts and prayers for all.

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