I am sickened once again by the school shooting in Florida. Seriously, this time, I feel like my soul just can’t take another mass shooting. I sat yesterday at my island, watching the mother of one of the victims, speaking out, and I cried. I could not help but feel her gut wrenching pain and I got angry. And I am still angry. What more has to happen? It is shameful, in my opinion, that the two sides (for and against bettering gun laws) can not grow up and work towards changing this situation. I have heard the arguments on both sides, and it seems as though there will never be a coming together of the minds, but to do nothing, as has been done with every other mass shooting in America, is disgusting. Yes, mental health is a huge issue, but pairing mental health with the accessibility of an AR-15? Frigging unbelievable. Oh yes, and if someone is set on committing a mass shooting, they will find a way to get a gun…. oh yes, probably true, due to the millions of guns that are now floating around the states, but does that mean it shouldn’t be made more difficult? AT LEAST TRY.
I know there is much more to this issue than I am even aware of, so I will not presume to know all of the facts regarding the second amendment and the different laws of each of the states, but common sense tells me that more guns = more death. I believe that has been proven, over and over.
What can a person who doesn’t even live in that country, and lately wishes she didn’t live this close to that country, do to help? I hate the helpless, hopeless feeling I have every time another mass shooting is reported so I can not imagine what the people who have been fighting for years to better this problem feel like. I am sad for them, for the 90% + people that agree that gun laws need to be stricter and are not able to see it done.
A favourite poem of mine comes to mind ( I will cry just writing it, and you might, reading it)
….and I am not Resigned (by Edna St. Vincent Millay)
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.
Crowned with lilies and with laurel, they go: but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
a formula, a phrase remains – but the best is lost.
The answers, quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love-
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses.
Elegant and curled is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom, I know. But do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.
Down, down, down, into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.