Some children will feel
There’s too many days in the school year
Some will think there isn’t enough
Some will be bored of the repetition and ease
Some will still be eager to learn
It is school
They are just kids
Learning slowly the mysteries of the day to day
Young people with little experience in life
As we once were
And in some way or another
Still are
We don’t have all the answers
In truth it’s all still a mystery
Despite our years of experience
And our piles of the day to day
And kids are just kids
As children have always been
As children should always
Be allowed to be
So let a few feel there’s too many days
Of study hall and home room and homework
Encourage them all to learn
And just as importantly
Encourage them just as much to laugh
Let them be bored of things that bore kids
Let them be children
Let them be kids
It is our privilege
It is our responsibility
To look after them
To keep them safe
To make sure they know
They are loved
But let no child at school
Have to think
Have to feel
Have to see
That there were too many guns
That there were too many bullets
That too much innocence blood was spilled
That the school year
Had too many deaths
Of too many friends
That lived too little
That were taken too soon
Because we failed to be responsible
That we took our privilege
As a community
As a world
For granted by turning a blind eye
And giving nothing but a moment of silence
And our thoughts and prayers
Without any action or resolve or steps
To make this last tragedy
The LAST tragedy
Any child had to live through
Had to survive
To witness bullets bought by greed
Bury the bodies of their classmates
If we watch this scene of tragedy
Play over and over again
And do nothing
NOTHING
To even try to stop the death of innocence
We ourselves in our complicity
Are just as much to blame
And just as guilty
As the hand that carried the gun
As the finger that pulled the trigger
As the politicians that took their bribes
The days of thinking it will never happen here
The days of the unthinkable being unthinkable
They are gone
They have been buried
With the bodies and the names
Of the children we have failed to save
The ones already gone today
And the ones that will be gone tomorrow
In the next senseless tragedy
Today is not soon enough
And tomorrow is always too late
Now is the time
And if not now
There will never be a day
We’re children are allowed to be kids
That don’t have to think
Don’t have to feel
Don’t have to see
That the school year
Had too many deaths