'Gun Violence' 'loss' 'shooter' 'school shooting'
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Kindergarten classrooms have fun little rhymes everywhere.
Some help with spelling, others rules, still others hold the instructions for an active shooter. Elementary school kids know their multiplication tables
Hushed whispers create a caucophony of noise as we try not to make sound.
Our techer tells us to blockade the classroom.
The panic sets in as we fear we will be found.
Footsteps are heard from the halls.
I wouldn’t be surprisedIf I ever diedDue to arms belonging to my own kind
But I know before I dieOnce I pray the pain subsidesI’ll have everything on my mind
Guns are like cars that hit people
To the point where they fall to the ground
laying there in a pool of blood.
Guns have the power to take over one's
life, like a person being
put under a witch’s spell.
A normal day
Just like any other
He wakes up
parents dead
sister scared
He goes to school.
She calls a friend
who calls the cops.
School goes into lockdown,
parents are called.
Today, May seventh my friend heard gunshots
He saw blood on the ground
Two shooters
Brought a kid unto their end.
He knew them by name
One was a friend
Shot eight more.
