A Suicide Bombing

An unimaginably loud explosion,
Is followed by broken glass,
And the screams of women and children,
Who are caught up in the blast.

They are caught up in a conflict,
It is catching up with all their lives,
It hasn’t asked for what it’s taken,
And it won’t apologise.

The people open their eyes,
Or at least all those who can,
They don’t want to see the damage,
Dealt by the bombers hand.

They survey all the bleeding,
They hear the cries of pain,
They struggle to comprehend this,
And they start to feel the strain.

A half a dozen are dead,
Fathers, mothers and sons,
And no one can answer the question:
In all this loss, just who has won?

What would drive a person
To board a bus with this in his head?
The survivors don’t know the reason,
Anyone who does is probably dead.

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Vulnerable

I feel so insecure,
But confident and so sure,
Knowing that you love me,but also realizing,
That with one word you could break my heart,
And with one movement you could shatter my soul,
And with one thought you could destroy my dreams,
I've never felt this way before,
Don't know if its healthy,
Or rotten to the core,
All I know is that as Abby would say,
"Your the key on my key-chain, and the rose on my bush,"
So please don't kick down the door,
Or let the flowers wilt to the floor,
because I Love You more than you could ever know,
And I never want to let you go.

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Suicide

Why did I do this,
Why did I lie,
Why did I chose that I wanted to die?
I picked up that knife,
And slit up and down,
The blood rushing out,
my life ending fast was a definite doubt,
I swallowed those pills,
I knew the many people that kills,
The taste sour in my mouth,
My breath now was going south,
Slower and slower I began to breath,
Why did he have to leave,
I lay on the floor,
Trying to reach the door,
My screams no one heard,
Not even a single word,
I begged to God,
Don't let me do this,
Don't let me die,
Then for no reason,
I began to wonder why,
I remembered his face,
Oh I want to leave this place,
I crawled out the door,
Blood rushing out more and more,
The trail followed me into the kitchen,
I opened a drawer,
Then everything I used to fear,
Became so clear,
As I held that gun to my head,
I knew in a minute Id be dead,
BOOM...
Standing over my body I began to realize,
That Im not the only person people will try to victimize,
Why did I do this,
Why did I lie,
Why did I chose,
That I wanted to die?

The Fourth Purpose: Social

• Education should enable young people to become active and compassionate citizens.
• For a democratic society to function, it depends upon the majority of its people being active within the democratic process.
• In many democracies, this is not the case.
• Schools should engage students in becoming active, and proactive, democratic participants.

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