When will we grow tired of burying our children?

Filling the bullet holes in their skin with wax, tinted to match their tender coloring (almost, but not quite the same…not ever the same) before calling hours begin?

When will we no longer need to hold their sobbing parents whose knees give way beneath shock’s weight?

I will not elect cowards who care more deeply about power and position than a child’s future, a parent’s sleep not interrupted by the nightmare of grief.

I will not vote for those who shrink from their moral duty, whose hands are forever stained with the blood of small futures that will never get to be big.

Our hearts are emptied of all their tears, eye sockets dry, blinking without relief.

Throats hoarse once again with the cry
”Enough!” “Enough…”

Enough…

When?

Today. Now.

ENOUGH.