Stained Red
The sound comes from down the hall
It draws nearer as you fill with dread
They reach the classroom
Shots fire through the room
Kids run behind desks
Others try to reach for the door out
but don’t make it
The floor is stained red
You lie next to a corpse
face down
Your classmate’s blood pressed against your cheek
hoping to survive disguised as dead body
They pass you as they walk by
You hear the fired shots fade away
And more screams of terror come from the distance
You never thought this would happen to you
yet you knew it was a possibility
News on the t.v. is full of stories to tell
School days that became massacres
Students that became murderers
And others that became ghosts
Kids rally and protest
wishing to prevent the horror they had seen
to happen again
But politicians like the green that goes into their pockets
when people buy their killing tools
And others in and out of school
like the idea of guns
though they don’t need them
So they call survivors names
for wishing to protect them
The massacres continue
Blood keeps running
Shots keep firing
And lives continue to be taken
After all
Guns are worth more than children