I Get Tired Of Talking

Sometimes, I get tired of talking.

 

I get tired of railing against a political structure more intent of preserving its own power than to be in service to our citizens.

 

I get tired of pleading for sanity in a culture dominated by guns.

 

And I get tired of mourning the dead.

 

17 people at a Florida high school are dead.

 

Somewhere in that group is maybe a guy trying to save up enough money to buy his first car.

 

A young girl hoping another person she liked would like her back, maybe get her first kiss.

 

A young man on the verge of a leap of faith, to declare who he really loves, openly and honestly for the first time.

 

A lot of first times that will now never be.

 

Because an idiot with a problem decided to solve it with an automatic rifle.

 

Why? Why does this need to keep happening?

 

Yesterday was the 18^th school shooting this year. And this year is only 1 and half months old!

 

This is wrong. So very, very wrong. And it seems we are powerless to make it right.

 

But I am so tired, so very, very tired of mourning the dead.

 

Mourning the days that will never come.