'Gun Violence' 'loss' 'shooter' 'school shooting' 'time for a change'
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There four kids sitting on the blockLiving life so fast they took just to watch Knowing every single day is a day they could get knocked
By some wayward hooligan driving up with a Glock
There was a man, cloaked in a haze of mistrust
A mind like a misshapen puzzle piece to the world
A man anything but stable, anything but fine
And society gave him a solution to all his problems
I aspire to survive the crowded halls in school
Filled with fear as a I trudge around silent as a ghoul.
For the fear of a gun wielding maniac inspires me,
As I sat to do my make up
A phone call caused me to wake up
“Active shooter at Majory Stoneman Douglas High School”
To think there would be no deaths made me a naive fool
Texting my brother with no reply
