No attempt was made to save her life.
Everyone knew he was troubled.
Wearing a trench coat for a year
Hiding his shame beneath his guns,
His self-loathing and rage after being
Bullied, beaten up far too often.
The girl befriended him, trying
To be an open, caring person,
Until he misread her signals, her cues.
She had broken his heart without ever
Even knowing it.
Until he shot her dead inside the school.
There she learned all there is to know
About life and death, love and sacrifice.
The boy didn’t have the courage
To kill himself after murdering so many others,
No courage at all to turn the gun on himself.
The other students thought this was just a
Fire drill, eyes glued to their phones
Sauntering outside the school building
Only to learn later of the havoc, the horror:
10 people dead, 10 wounded.
It is time to talk about guns. It has been time for so long.
How many more children, how many people need to die
Before we say,
STOP.
We will not allow our children
To enter school buildings scared that the next shooter will be
One of them, when some boy has just had enough
And goes out with a bang, and no whimper.
When will we protect the children,
Who are slain, mutilated, cut off at the knees
Before they have a chance to fully live?
Who will stop the shooters if we don’t do something
DRASTIC
to keep guns out of these shooters’ hands?
to keep guns out of these shooters’ hands?
No real attempt has been made to save any of their lives.
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