Our exhale Nature inhales yet it prevails The trauma We inflict We, addicted They, resisted Our existence This is injustice -Emi Sakamoto

Gun violence Stunted and stifled Our cries like rifles Unregulated, unrestrained Cursing, crying children's names And never shame Just...

We assign fault like prescribed good and bad As if god himself sanctioned these ordeals Upon human beings To throw around Like confetti...