'School Shootings'

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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.    
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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
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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.
Orlando   we’ve got to get our    stuff together,       Mr. President  
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
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