My School


My School choses hate and discriminate

No time for peace

There’s only time to incriminate

With regular visits from the police


Rumors decide the students’ futures

Once we were on lockdown for a whole week

Students were scared with tears down their cheek

A school shooting was just a “rumor”

In which the kid found humor


That kid is still in our school

Glaring at us for being petrified

But who will be the fool?

When that kid kills the school


My school declares it is improving

Cops and dogs and body searches

When will their butts get moving?

Kick the bad kids out of my school

Then you won’t look like a fool.


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