Philadelphia Gun Violence Crisis is on the rise
The Philadelphia Center for Gun Violence reports
At the end of 2022, 516 Homicides
Victims non-fatal, 1,667
Father God we need you to reign down from Heaven
Stoneleigh foundation says 472 shooting victims were fatal
Now they live a life that’s unstable
More than 200 people under 18 have been shot
How do we handle this, when does it stop?
Hand Guns, AK 47 style rifles
Oh what a struggle, far from delightful
Our teens are dying, moms are crying
No help for our youth, no one is trying
So many families hurting from Gun Violence
So many parents who suffer in silence
Just look at the numbers, I’m sure they’re not lying
Every day in our city someone has to die
And we asking the question of why
Where are the guns coming from, who’s supplying the heat?
Ghost guns, gun trafficking, illegal sales, corrupt sheriffs working the beat
So many parents in disbelief, resources depleted, everyone feels defeated
It’s time to take our streets back, our towns, and our hoods
Come on somebody stand up for our own good
How many more people have to die
Before we understand, gun violence is here and alive
Come on Philly, times are rough and tough
But do you have the courage to a stand
And say ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

Shanna huff, SCPS `24

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