They said he acted alone
They said he was troubled
A low broken moan
Has now doubled
Felt her sticky blood
On my trembling hand
Young as a flower bud
No, I don’t understand
Why her life ended in pain
When she was the joy
A school shooting again
When she still played with toys
Why my classmate had a gun?
All I have is a book
I cannot see the Sun
When all hid in a nook
Children around me screaming
Scared to death
Some said goodbyes
In their last breath
A bullet ricochet
hit my head
When the count started
They said he was dead
Still holding his friend’s hand
I died, still did not understand
Why you carry a gun to school?
Where books and laughs
should be the rule
Maxwell O’Reilly
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