THE GARDEN

AN ORIGINAL POEM BY BELLA FAULK

“The Garden” is an empowering, tear-jerking, beautiful original poem speaking out against school shootings, murder, war, and the violence of human nature. It magnifies how us as a society must come together and unite to overcome these tragedies and make a change. This is the new generation of the spoken rebellion.

“and this is what happens, when we fight flowers against flowers even though we are all from the same garden.”


one of the most

remembered

school shootings

was

at Sandy Hook Elementary

School.         

.       

a boy

riddled with loneliness

and confusion

that when

faced with

life

turned to

taking the lives

of others

and himself.

.

I can’t help

but feel

that they

were

harvested

too early

from

this

earth.

.

this shouldn’t

be our

reality,

.

there are

crowds

around me

.

desperate

shouts

pleading

for

prevention

of preventable

death

.

for the chance

to bloom

.

these are

voices

.

for the

voiceless.

.

this is

the new

generation

of spoken rebellion.

.

a girl who was

deflowered,

murdered

in cold blood

for her

religion

.

her god’s name

bleeding from

her lips

as she

faded

away,

.

she was

eight years old

.

and her name

was

Asifa.

.

she did

nothing

to have

her innocence

and happiness

stripped away

from her

.

thousands

universally

marched for

the weight

of

past prejudices

to slip

and fall

off her

shoulders

.

but

her monsters

were never

slain

.

where did it all go?

.

another

white supremacist

group

protesting and

spreading

false

ideologies,

killing

and washing

away

the bright minds

of bright souls,

plucking them

and replacing them with

robotic

tendencies

to

kill

kill

kill.

.

and yet again

I am looked at

.

as the villain.

.

there’s another

tornado

the debris

thundering

like

bullets,

echoing

in a

war torn

country

.

all for what, exactly?

.

yet

politicians

are still

screaming

at each other

about

where to put

the “refugee scum”,

stomping

on the deathbeds

of those

who died

trying to seek

refuge

in a beautiful

country

with

beautiful

opportunities.

.

and this is what

happens,

when we fight

flowers

against

flowers

even though

we are all

from the same

garden,

.

but this doesn’t have

to be it.

.

because we

can

make a change

and be

a change.

.

and we can

plant seeds

in each other

.

growing with

each other,

not against

or away

.

because

we’re not

as far away

from each other

as we

think.

.

if we just

listen to

each other,

perhaps we

could get

somewhere.

.

imagine the

possibilities

if we listened

and understood.

imagine.

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