#shootings - Hello Poetry

All walks of life come here seeking knowledge So many things they didn’t teach us in college.To radicalize hypothesize strategize and realize Situational awareness not the curriculum material we thought we were going to learn Until the gun is pointed at you it’s your turn We didn’t know his name, But we know something was up. Just the same. When POP sounds rang out There was no doubt People fled scared crying students shot dying We did our best to be invisible hiding or trying He instinctively reloaded and strategizing He stood outside the Library recalibrating His entrance we feared anticipating our class trapped in the library we’re waiting On a beautiful day under the warm sun, it begun The students were being hunted one by one His fingers wrapped around the gun He linger on the trigger a little too long The person next to me shot bled out gone Hands on our mouth don’t make a sound Terror about to unfold silent tears streaming down What game is This ? That which he plays Why these senseless shooting on this of all days? Captives found No Mercy he blew them away To make sense Students gather together to pray His mission statement and manifesto shed light He wrote Demons won carnage, nightly fight ********** was the name of HIS game in bed or in life. They’re both the same. Gaslighting triggers the ultimate cost that pushed him over the ledge Mind LOST Master and Servant Acceptance Observance Now the Servant becomes the Master Complete obliteration destruction, Disaster He was a wiping post for bullies. Retribution. to get even, Revenge Destruction of bullying Vicious play. I’ll **** as many as I can.He’d say The bullies will die on THIS my LAST DAY The school was wrapped around MY fingers No need to pretend I’ll be shot dead in the end My final achievement my Crown of Gold Cautionary stories about me will be told Proud to shoot and **** as I feel indiscriminately They’ll remember me the MOST kills in History They’ll dissect past neglect suspect project blame What will remain A ****** massacre in my name Internet, nefarious, intent they maintain I acted alone Conspiracy theory or is it?? Manchurian candidate empowered to overturn established systems, destroy institutional belief Attempted goal to challenge authority, subvert, expectations traditional ways of thinking. What so we know? VS Think we know! the school response time seemed to take forever students 911 calls; pleading Needing Bleeding Police medical responders children dying, mothers crying What is an acceptable delay? Acceptable loss. Where do we go from here? What’s the next step. What remains of the fragility of humanity? What’s happening to our children is insane Inspired Songs; 1) Wrapped around my finger By Police (its a fitting song and perfect band name ) 2) Starry Night By Don McLean Vincent van Gogh a tortured soul (Suffered for his sanity) Inspired By William A Gibbs, who wrote a poem Titled When I Die (excellent read check it out) His poem is a completely different aspect However after reading his impeccable work This poem came flooding out Post Script FYI When I went to look at this poem on the front board, I had a couple of words that were taken out. I’ve never had that happen before. But when I went to my homepage, the poem was intact. It wasn’t any gratuitous words I guess I’m not PC enough to realize. I bring to light the senseless killings in schools they’re all over the news for a minute and then it’s as if it never happened. I know people want to put the pass behind but the kids will never get over this.Students Teachers Families need a solution More than barricading the children in schools on lockdown.. Dealing with the aftermath This is not the arithmetic children need to learn

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4d ago

May 30, 2026 at 2:42 PM UTC

cj-sutherland

Schools Senseless Shooting

All walks of life come here seeking knowledge So many things they didn’t teach us in college.To radicalize hypothesize strategize and realize Situational awareness not the curriculum material we thought we were going to learn Until the gun is pointed at you it’s your turn We didn’t know his name, But we know something was up. Just the same. When POP sounds rang out There was no doubt People fled scared crying students shot dying We did our best to be invisible hiding or trying He instinctively reloaded and strategizing He stood outside the Library recalibrating His entrance we feared anticipating our class trapped in the library we’re waiting On a beautiful day under the warm sun, it begun The students were being hunted one by one His fingers wrapped around the gun He linger on the trigger a little too long The person next to me shot bled out gone Hands on our mouth don’t make a sound Terror about to unfold silent tears streaming down What game is This ? That which he plays Why these senseless shooting on this of all days? Captives found No Mercy he blew them away To make sense Students gather together to pray His mission statement and manifesto shed light He wrote Demons won carnage, nightly fight ********** was the name of HIS game in bed or in life. They’re both the same. Gaslighting triggers the ultimate cost that pushed him over the ledge Mind LOST Master and Servant Acceptance Observance Now the Servant becomes the Master Complete obliteration destruction, Disaster He was a wiping post for bullies. Retribution. to get even, Revenge Destruction of bullying Vicious play. I’ll **** as many as I can.He’d say The bullies will die on THIS my LAST DAY The school was wrapped around MY fingers No need to pretend I’ll be shot dead in the end My final achievement my Crown of Gold Cautionary stories about me will be told Proud to shoot and **** as I feel indiscriminately They’ll remember me the MOST kills in History They’ll dissect past neglect suspect project blame What will remain A ****** massacre in my name Internet, nefarious, intent they maintain I acted alone Conspiracy theory or is it?? Manchurian candidate empowered to overturn established systems, destroy institutional belief Attempted goal to challenge authority, subvert, expectations traditional ways of thinking. What so we know? VS Think we know! the school response time seemed to take forever students 911 calls; pleading Needing Bleeding Police medical responders children dying, mothers crying What is an acceptable delay? Acceptable loss. Where do we go from here? What’s the next step. What remains of the fragility of humanity? What’s happening to our children is insane Inspired Songs; 1) Wrapped around my finger By Police (its a fitting song and perfect band name ) 2) Starry Night By Don McLean Vincent van Gogh a tortured soul (Suffered for his sanity) Inspired By William A Gibbs, who wrote a poem Titled When I Die (excellent read check it out) His poem is a completely different aspect However after reading his impeccable work This poem came flooding out Post Script FYI When I went to look at this poem on the front board, I had a couple of words that were taken out. I’ve never had that happen before. But when I went to my homepage, the poem was intact. It wasn’t any gratuitous words I guess I’m not PC enough to realize. I bring to light the senseless killings in schools they’re all over the news for a minute and then it’s as if it never happened. I know people want to put the pass behind but the kids will never get over this.Students Teachers Families need a solution More than barricading the children in schools on lockdown.. Dealing with the aftermath This is not the arithmetic children need to learn