Learning To Count To New-town's Rhythm

(poems go here) (A young boy is being interviewed on the happenings at Conneticut Elementary. He tries to get it out as best he can, but his feelings right now are a mixture of emotions his soul has never encountered. He begins to speak) Waiting... 1...2...3...4... Listening... Everyones yelling, but my innocent mind wont allow me to comprehend the current situation 5...6...7...8 I'ts so loud and there are bodies lying motionless on the floor Happy living people don't act this way! What is going on and What is that loud noise!?! 9...10...11...12... Close my eyes? Why?! How Come?!? I'm so young, and curious No, Not afraid I just want answers 13...14...15...16... Well, What about recess? Math class wasn't over yet. Ms. says to practice my counting so I practice in my head 17...18...19..... Panic... The loud bangs are adding up too fast, I can't keep up but No time for distractions, they're giving orders again I'm following directions, doing what they say but Today wasn't library day; No more questions, my body is low head is down Is everyone ok....and can someone tell me what comes after... 20...21....22.....23.....24....... Things are moving so fast I'm still lost Where's my mother? Why did we leave class?! 25......26......27......28......people are dead. Confusion...a new emotion to me. They say I'm lucky to be here,mommy didn't ask me what I learned today but I didn't hesitate to tell her I learned two lessons One: How to finish counting beyond twenty but this method couldn't have been the right way. Flawed education Waiting.... 29...30...31...32... For an explanation 33...34...35...36 and, Two: People will continue to die in this nation Action must be taken. These numbers will haunt me...forever 37...38...39...(continues to count in background till scene fades out)