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the active shooter

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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Written by
bumbleberries
16 / M
Published
Feb 22, 2018
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#sad#drill#grief#parkland#sandyhook#school#shooting#guns#violence#gunviolence
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