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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