Lockdown!!!

The intercom urgently orders lockdown in full.
The lights are turned off and the door back-pulled.
A student roaming the halls is jerked in.
He sees his friends in the room and grins.
We look out the window and see snipers on the roof.
Alert and ready we took pictures as proof.
But the teacher pulls us away and makes us sit down.
I wonder if my evening this will be a ghost town.
We all sit in the dark of the classroom.
Excited and laughing until we hear the BOOM BOOM!
We hear someone at the door in an attempt to come in.
The doors are locked but they come back again.
The bell rings at nine but no one tries to leave.
Once out the door they can’t be retrieved.
We hear yelling outside-sounds like the shooters.
Have they come to kill us or are they just looters?
Then we hear the rumor-they have the Master Key!
They can come into our room and we'd have no where to flea.

We all sit in silence with nothing much to do.
Nothing much is happening with our class of so few.
Then the telephone rings but it is ignored.
To let them know we're here is to die by the sword.
But what can we do? Where can we go?
It feels like we're stepping up to death row.

I begin to grow tired, I lay my head to sleep.
I begin to drift off, into silence I seep.
I grow still sounds fade away.
Finally I fade from the horrors of today.
But it’s not as if any of it really mattered,
Because without warning...

Everything is shattered!
The door bursts open, screams of fear.
Men in camo with military gear.
They point guns in our faces,
And they yell.
Suddenly my peace is a living hell.

We’re pushed out the door and down the hall.
Around the corner, guards stand tall.
Kevlar, helmets, knives, and riot shields.
It must be bad if this is what the SWAT yields.
We are directed, single file to the parking lot.

Are we safe or are the gunmen yet to be caught?
Then I get the tragic news-my brother has been hit!
But it must be a rumor, a joke, and counterfeit.
Where is he? Is he ok? Or even alive?
Where’s the paramedic? I hope he survives.

I glace around and see in their eyes fear.
I spot a few overflowing with tears.
I’m not the only one feeling this empty hole.
Many feel the pain of a friend's lost soul.

We wait for what seems like eternity.
But we must have retrieved the master key,
Because finally we go back inside, not knowing who to blame.
But our hearts are still heavy-
  Nothing
          will
              ever
                    be
                      the
                          same.