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Newton's First Law


Newton’s first law

Today felt like a good day

I woke up, got ready, and went on my way

I entered the class and greeted my friends 

I was ready to take on today’s event

 

We started the school day as students 

We ended it as victims

I never thought I would become a witness

 

Everything happened so fast 

At the moment we were discussing Newton’s first law 

He had said an object in motion stays in motion

An object at rest stays at rest

We put his notion to the test 

When we were fired at like pest 

 

As I hid behind my desk 

I wanted nothing more than Newton to be incorrect 

However, the bullets confirmed his first statement

The bodies on the floor confirmed the second

 

It felt like Newton himself was mocking me 

Using my friends as marbles to show me how his law works

Their bodies stayed at rest no matter how hard I tried to resurrect them

They stayed cold and lifeless

Laying there helpless

I always considered myself a pious person but at that moment I didn’t believe in Jesus or Moses

 

All I saw was black and red

All I heard was the torment of my friends

All I thought when I saw them drop was I to wish I were dead

But Newton wasn’t the reason why I lost all my friends

There were signs we should have noticed 

There should have been no way someone was allowed to commit something so atrocious  

 

I’ll always remember my friends as nothing more than cold corpses

Hearing their cries that resembled a chorus 

I lost my innocence when I still was just a child

While my friends lost the chance to give another smile

They told me they were in a better place 

They told me they were up in Heaven behind its gate 

I just can’t see how we can give praise to a creator who takes away 

While I might not believe in a God above

I’ll always believe in Newton’s first law

 
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