The ladies and gentlemen who seem to take life for granted. Too busy to spend time with your children. Creating another generation of latch key kids. Molding another generation of victims. People who seem too obsessed with the latest fad or gossip celebrity rags and not as concerned with the issues at home. People who don’t cherish their bodies let alone themselves. They seem to forget that this country is in peril. They fill their heads with useless information, take another selfie, pop another pill, party some more, bridle your tongue, and close your mouths not daring to speak on the subject
Of the murders- the spilling of innocent blood because the reality is that the dead can no longer speak for themselves. The world and life seems to continue revolving on its axis. Night and day people seem to overlook the unanswered cries for justice. They systematically silence the unanswered pleas for help. They don’t mourn or show sympathy for the mothers that cry themselves to sleep each night. Wondering why their loved one had to die. Why the streets are lined with broken bodies, spirits, minds, souls, and again the crumbling of a nation. If only these walls, streets, woods, back roads, closed mouths, and lifeless bodies could talk. No one will be so bold as to come out and
Speak about the murders- the deaths of innocent daughters, sons, sisters, brothers, husbands, wives, mothers, fathers, and more importantly fellow human beings. This letter is a conscious effort to get the ball rolling. To give a voice to the silent and give hope to others. This letter also acknowledges the dead because no matter how you died whether you were the victim of heinous violence or senseless war your life does and did matter. As for the living the ones who take life for granted you should cherish it more. Each day, every smile, tear, the rage, the joy, and all of life’s little quirks because once it’s gone you can’t get it back.
For those who are gone. But not forgotten-all you ladies and gentlemen with loved ones left behind who remember your face. Your laugh, your touch, and your presence I can’t help but wonder what advice you’d give
On the subject of the living.
We can’t help but wonder what you’d say.
- K. N. Williams
This letter was inspired by Langston Hughes’s Letter to the Academy. I know that the subject matter is different but it seemed more relevant and appropriate for today’s society.
