Gun Death's (A Tribute To The Fallen) Poem by James McLain

Waking up to each new day, seeking change.
Changing our selves through school.
Leaving our homes where ever we live, we live
out our lives through change.
Why should our numbers continue to grow?
Tree's without leaves without what they need
can not sand up straight to the sky.
Every day one is born, what have we done to die.
Making since of strange winds damaged minds
that we find
ignoring the signs that all see.
Now mothers have lost what fathers should not
children to young for this sleep.
How can we count all these leaves,
bushes that face to the east.
Is it all that is just to share what all the we must
in the hopes what is wrong can be fixed.
Many are discharged from the military each year
and no mental health reasons are written down
while no follow up is done for these men.
They then become what all fear
estranged from what most of U.S. hold dear.
Other become prion guards while other's become
local Cops.
The rest of U.S. because of their political beliefs
are gun downed in a spray of gun fire.