Category : Poems
Sub Category : N/A
Dozens of boys and girls
Went to school like any other day.
They never imagined their worlds
Would turn into chaos and disarray.
The time where relationships and homework
Were the most important issues.
They never imagined lying in dirt
It was a normal day, except for their wounds
Spilling the same blood splattered throughout the hall.
The bullet shells scattered across classrooms
And their phones stilled against calls.
They never thought they wouldn't make it home
And why would they expect to be shot down
Never to see their loved ones again?
The sound of a gun is the last sound
They hear and not their favorite songs.
Dozens of boys and girls, gone before their time,
Joining this new trend - this new wave -
Of schools being converted into slaughterhouses.
If you listen close, you can hear them crying from their graves.