I've never been known as fearful,
But I am known for hating school,
And now with mixed emotions,
I fear what is becoming a habit.
School shootings are creeping,
They are coming closer now,
And my pride mind is shouts,
"I don't want to die here!"
When did this become a fashion,
To shoot down your classmates,
And to burn they're bodies after,
You have watched them bleed.
I am so frighten of it to come,
Here in this little village I love,
Where I made my new life,
Fearing to loose it in a day.
For how can we know when,
And if someone thinks of it,
And plans to shoot us kids,
Down like a pack of scab.
If they do not give us a sign,
I can't help you change your-
Mind and toughs of killing us,
But if you let me know I will!
If you tell me you want to shoot,
Me or my classmates down as scabs,
I will take my time and talk to you,
With what ever it is bothering you.
...I don't want to die here!







I tried keeping this comment short. Pink elephants!
Hehe
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