Make It Stop (September’s Children) by Rise Against

Wow, this video and the song from band Rise Against is amazingly poignant to me. It’s call to everybody that you can’t stay silent against injustice. The most obvious line is “gathering candles, but not their tongues” because it’s true. People will come together to morn, they will bring the candles and the flowers to the scene but few will put their voice to the cause that may help prevent future tragedies.

Watch the video and let me know what you think. I wasn’t bullied at school, more because I kept to myself and was a floater, not a loner so much but someone who moved between groups without forming any major attachments to any. That was because I could never be true to myself and therefore not to the friendships before me.

The time has to come for it to stop. And like all change it has to start at the top. For our society that means equality from our governments in action not in voice. And at home that means parents creating an open dialogue with their kids from a young age.

And I’m not too big to hide the fact that I got a little teary towards the end of the video when they read the names of “September’s Children” . This kids 13-19 who will never know what it is like to be loved, who will never be around to make the world a better place and all because they were made to feel less than what they are because of who they were attracted to.

bang bang go the coffin nails, like a breath exhaled,
then gone forever.
it seems just like yesterday, how did i miss the red flags?

raise these back, the days we left.
we braved these bitter storms together.
brought to his knees he cried,
but on his feet he died.

what god would damn a heart?
and what god drove us apart?

what god could make it stop?
let this end.
eighteen years pushed to the ledge.
it’s come to this,
a weightless step.
on the way down singing,
woah, woah.

bang bangs from the closet walls,
the schoolhouse halls,
the shotgun’s loaded.
push me and i’ll push back.
i’m done asking, i demand.

from a nation under god,

i feel its love like a cattle prod.
born free, but still they hate.
born me, no i can’t change.

it’s always darkest just before the dawn.
so stay awake with me, let’s prove them wrong.

make it stop.
let this end,
eighteen years pushed to the ledge.
it’s come to this,
a weightless step.
on the way down singing,
woah, woah.

the cold river washed him away,
but how could we forget.
gathering candles, but not their tongues.

and too much blood has flown from the wrist,
of children shamed for those they chose to kiss.
who will rise to stop the blood.
we’re coming for,
insisting on, a different beat, yeah.
a brand new song.

woah, woah.
woah, woah.
woah, woah.

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