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Showing posts with label Julie A. Dickson. Show all posts
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Saturday, November 18, 2023

THE BANALITY OF MASS SHOOTINGS

by Julie A. Dickson


Photo from “Terror on Repeat: A rare look at the devastation caused by AR-15 shootings” in The Washington Post, November 16, 2023. WaPo Editor’s note: The photos, videos and personal accounts [in the report] are extremely disturbing and may be too upsetting for some people.


Repetition in media, another shooting
should sound as old news, except that
tragic loss of life keeps occurring, 
 
more automatic weapons in the hands
of unstable, unhappy humans;
we should have realized, they say
 
each time,  the signs were all there,
an uprising follows: gun rights for some,
while others weep redundantly each time
 
more are shot. The banality of killings,
mass slaughter should lead to change,
not complacency and resignation.


Julie A. Dickson regularly submits to online and printed journals. Her poetry is seen in over 70 journals, including Blue Heron Review, Hotel of Broken Hearts, Ekphrastic Review, and The New Verse News. She writes from art prompts, current events, nature and environment. Her elephant poems help to advocate for captive zoo and circus elephants to be sent to sanctuaries. Dickson holds a BPS in Behavioral Science and shares her home with two rescued feral cats.

Monday, March 07, 2022

BLOODY SUNDAYS

by Julie A. Dickson




50 years ago:
Derry, January 30, 1972; Selma, March 7, 1972
 
Why—these days are described as
bloody, massacres to mark history, crimson
streaks run down pages of time, to remind
that violence, oppression from the past can
stay, outlast, repeat in supreme efforts to
suppress those deemed weak or less?
 
How long must we sing this song, how long?
 
Today marches against memories we
cannot fathom but in reality exist, bloody
Sundays describe fragility of humanity,
pounded down, shot and hung, blood banners,
flags of wars not won, remind the masses
conflict flows, exsanguination rivulets, lives lost.
 
There's many lost, but tell me who has won?
 
 
Julie A. Dickson is a poet whose work addresses bullying, environment, current events and personal memories. She holds a BPS in Behavioral Science: Gerontology and works with the elderly. Dickson is a past poetry board member and Push Cart nominee. Her work appears in Blue Heron, Misfit, Ekphrastic Review and other journals or in full length on Amazon.