By Saffron Sener | News Editor
November 4, 2015
Running, running.
Wild, crazy, free for all. That’s what this was. Confusion and chaos held fast to this situation. Collectivity hid. Uniformity was killed, along with John and Jane Doe. Normality hadn’t been here for a while.
Running, running.
The fights erupted like spindly lava from a volcano. Punches, kicks, violence that was left with no authority to stop utter murder. The police, the government, they reigned here no more. This was not a home. This was a warzone.
Running, running.
Our oppression brought this on. Brutality, lack of freedom, and cruelty brought this on. The justice that was not served here, yet so easily given in other places brought this on. People being being slaughtered for reasons no other than simple stereotypes brought this on. As it all should have.
Screaming, screaming.
“I don’t have a gun. Stop shooting.” “What are you following me for?” “I love you, too!” “Why did you shoot me?” “You shot me. You shot me!” “This is not real.” “Mom, I’m going to college.”
“I can’t breath.” The last words of the fallen. These words are our anthem. They are our last bits to make those who allow this to fall.
Running, running.
The names of those murdered, with injustice and brutality, will ring forever in their ears. We will not let them forget. We will never stop screaming.
Walking, walking.
This was expected. Fake condolences. Criticisms. Insults. What we are doing will not be in vain, is not a trend, has real meaning. That is an idea that all should understand.
Stop.
Had they finally heard our cry? Our scream for release, our scream to be heard? Will they rewind the clock, rewind the crime, and bring acknowledgement to those that they had tried so hard to forget?
Running, running.
No.
This is deep and so sad, but it’s in the good kind of way that gets you thinking about how the world really works. It’s fantastic and written so well!