A Question I Should Not Have To Ask

When will the crumbling voices of pain,

Fear, muffled desire for salvation,

The young and freshly abused, bullied outsiders,

The ill from cranium outward, betrayed lovers,

Jilted companions, ignored brothers,

Labeled parasites, withering wallflowers,

The modern empty and wandering dead,

Hallucinating themselves out of their voids,

suffering

Suffering

SUFFERING,

Be heard,

Instead of thrown out the end of faux-iron barrels,

Blasting into the heads and hearts of the innocent and unaware?

Do not send your children out.

They may not return.

America the Beautiful.