Columbine Cradle Poem by Christina C Sunrise

Columbine Cradle



Mommy loses her cool, when I stay home from school.
Don’t point your toy gun at people” is what I hear,
I reply “I have to point my gun at people playing in
this video game, mommy dear”.

From the sounds of this,
it looks like mommy is not sincere.
Why it all starts at home, how we leave are children alone.

Alone to watch violent video games,
and then wonder why they act insane,
if you take away their toy guns that same day.
Now there is kids bringing guns to school,
pretending to shoot them to make themselves look cool.

It seems these children have not developed “empathy”
that they live in a world of “me and me”.
So, they grow up to be teens,
Having seen everything that could possibly be mean.

Having been desensitized, they don’t think to realize,
That they are like robots going along with the crowd
The crowd that was fed all of these video games,

While mommy claims she will go insane,
if they don’t find something to do,
so she doesn’t lose her cool.

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Written by Christina C. Sunrise on June 6,2011
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Christina C Sunrise

Christina C Sunrise

Elizabeth, New Jersey
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