I learned the truth at seventeen, that love was meant for beauty queens, and high school girls with clear skinned smiles, who married young and then retired, the Valentines I never knew, the Friday night charades of youth, were spent on one more beautiful, at seventeen I learned the truth....
— Janis Ian 1973

The truth, the truth

Is you don’t care

Otherwise you’d never dare

Spew the same old same old

Guns into gold

We’re gone now

From your self-righteous vanity

We the Parkland Seventeen

With voices strong enough to carry sanity


Once upon a time

It was our time

Up next, you said

You’ll make it better

You’ll learn from our mistakes

You’ll change the world


We went to school to learn

Chemistry, we studied it

History, you muddied it

We painted, we wrote

We danced, we played

We took our stances

On the fields you made

And oh we learned, we learned

What you’ll do for capital’s gain

What happens when you ignore the pain

When a look away world paints red in stain

How not, how not

To die in vain


We are here

We Seventeen

We’re not going anywhere

One, two, three, four

Thirteen more

We watch and wait no longer

Every day our voice gets stronger


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