He started down the corridor
Daylight, so he could see
Was he a crazed lunatic
Living out his dream?
Where could they go when shots were fired
Had a life to live, now has gone expired
This whole scene has gotten old and tired
Heroes at the scene
I am kept reminded
A vigil for the people,
Lives ended way too soon
Hiding under furniture
That’s set about the room
Waiting, and frightened
The children in the school
Hunkered down in terror
while a killers’ on the loose
Violence, defiance
Held by safeties grasp
Set off the alarms
To a somber aftermath
Seventeen dead,
Seventeen lives
Taken away
Bullets did fly
The crime of all crimes
Waged war on our youth
Not a single turned head
Shielding by the truth
Must we wait and see
Will it ever end
Guns on every street
Guns in every hand
Laws are not set in stone
Changes must be made
A backpack and an apple
Are no match for hand grenades.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC
He started down the corridor
Daylight, so he could see
Was he a crazed lunatic
Living out his dream?
Where could they go when shots were fired
Had a life to live, now has gone expired
This whole scene has gotten old and tired
Heroes at the scene
I am kept reminded
A vigil for the people,
Lives ended way too soon
Hiding under furniture
That’s set about the room
Waiting, and frightened
The children in the school
Hunkered down in terror
while a killers’ on the loose
Violence, defiance
Held by safeties grasp
Set off the alarms
To a somber aftermath
Seventeen dead,
Seventeen lives
Taken away
Bullets did fly
The crime of all crimes
Waged war on our youth
Not a single turned head
Shielding by the truth
Must we wait and see
Will it ever end
Guns on every street
Guns in every hand
Laws are not set in stone
Changes must be made
A backpack and an apple
Are no match for hand grenades.
I attended Marjorie Stoneman Douglas high school. This act of violence was way too close to home.
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