the code red alarm rings
echoing in the halls
we drop to the floor
almost in unison
is this the end?
the teacher
the one who we trust
to protect us
is just another sheep
in this herd
of fear
nobody is safe
nor are we above
anyone else
we are equal
we are shaking
as we hug the ground
waiting
waiting
to be slain
waiting to be saved
but still
waiting
i am lucky to say
it was only a drill
but for those
across the country
they weren't that lucky
they were shot at
they were killed
they watched
their loved ones
die
we live in a country
where guns
matter more than
our kids
where an AR-15
can be purchased
by anyone
but when tragedy strikes
people act shocked
they send their prayers
their thoughts
**** that.
prayers and thoughts
don't do anything
they don't bring back
those we have lost
they don't take
the grief away from us
things won't change
until we start a riot
until we can really make a change
we are the home
of mass shootings
we need to change that
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 10:32 AM UTC
the code red alarm rings
echoing in the halls
we drop to the floor
almost in unison
is this the end?
the teacher
the one who we trust
to protect us
is just another sheep
in this herd
of fear
nobody is safe
nor are we above
anyone else
we are equal
we are shaking
as we hug the ground
waiting
waiting
to be slain
waiting to be saved
but still
waiting
i am lucky to say
it was only a drill
but for those
across the country
they weren't that lucky
they were shot at
they were killed
they watched
their loved ones
die
we live in a country
where guns
matter more than
our kids
where an AR-15
can be purchased
by anyone
but when tragedy strikes
people act shocked
they send their prayers
their thoughts
**** that.
prayers and thoughts
don't do anything
they don't bring back
those we have lost
they don't take
the grief away from us
things won't change
until we start a riot
until we can really make a change
we are the home
of mass shootings
we need to change that
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