Read Poem: THERE’S NOTHING TO BE DONE, by Amanda Reseburg

They say there’s nothing to be done
About a gun
Riddled with anxiety, our children’s knees bounce and their fingers tap
It’s the phones, the distractions, the shiny things
It’s kids today
There’s nothing to be done
About a gun
Basic numbers are escaping them
They know nothing
Why does no one read anymore?
These parents have to get it together
It was never like this before
But there’s nothing to be done
About a gun
Shaking heads and pointed fingers
All they want is the easy route
They need to go outside
No one goes outside anymore
While we tell them there is nothing to be done
About a gun
Teachers training them well
Preparing them to hide
Preparing them to run
While we continue to tell them
There’s nothing to be done
About a gun