'School Shootings'
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I
Normal Talking
Quiet discussion waiting for the bell
Homeward Bound
II
A bell
Alarm
Bad Guy With a Gun
We have been studying Hamlet, but now I am sitting in a classroom with twenty five seniors
in the dark.
I am a member
Of a generation
Who knows what it’s like to fear
A bang in the hallway.
I am a member
Of a generation
I am a member
Of a generation
Who knows what it’s like to fear
A bang in the hallway.
I am a member
Of a generation
The sanctuary, a place of peace.
The sanctuary, were the angels of heaven flock.
Why must we stay in this sanctuary, where all that is achieved is peace?
One has moved on.
Two have made their peace.
My generation is broken by the lack of respect.
And yet are told to respect our elders.
How am I to love someone if I am not loved back.
Is that what you try to teach us?
Now it’s 124 lost,
no more we can cost.
We need to teach the youth about respect,
not give them neglect.
The fear is rising,
it should be minimizing.
The school should teach,
Eros, son of Ares and Aphrodite
With shattered bow, and broken hearts in tow
Weeping, among the silence,
Of once beating hearts,
No longer enchanted by love’s arrows.
War plagued that day,
Shout
So loud the walls shake and the paint chips off in little pieces
Decorating the blood on the floors
And the blood in the hands of those who allow a child to possess a rifle
