Yesterday, Rev. Jesse Jackson asked President Obama to come to Chicago. The occasion? Death by gunfire in the streets of Chicago, including that of a young woman who had participated in Obama's Inauguration festivities in Washington D.C. In the U.S. 1280 people have been killed by guns just since last month's massacre at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Conn.
Weep with me
No children in the park today.
Twenty kindergartners killed in Connecticut
The young gunman rages in a shooting spree
Kills himself and leaves us helpless
My anger drifts into the wind
As I walk in my neighborhood park
Weep with me, soil
Weep with me, sky
No more waiting for the right time to talk about this
Our tragedies multiply, it’s time to acknowledge
How we treat our children
Remember our genocide on U.S. soil
That seeps up deep from the ground
Please, Mr. President, I’m waiting for you
To help pass laws to protect us from guns
to protect our children, to heal our revenge.
Even the sky is in mourning with clouds hanging low.
Vigil in the park with candles and luminarias
Helps us stand in silence
The drum beat softly comforts me and grows to
Call up my anger, call up our collective outrage.
Christmas lights still proclaim joy for an infant
To save us.
We can only save ourselves.
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