Some things will never change.

such as the moon, the stars, the sky.

however i cant help but ask, why?

ive come to terms, with the facts above.

but i cant help but ask, where is the love?

I see students pushed, and minorities mocked.

he's reached his limit, the gun is now cocked.

I cant help but wonder, where it went wrong.

when he was being attacked, why did security take so long?

revenge is his only thought

spare those who spared him, and punish those who did not. 

in class he sits, back to the wall.

on his desk, reads a lonesome scrawl.

"its never too late"

at that moment, he could find no more hate.

he than abandoned his greusome plan.

something has changed in this young man.