My Poetry

Boom

Teachers can’t protect me from you.

Innocent teachers don’t know what to do.

Student, after student, dead.

The principal is sleeping in her office with a hole in her head…

The phone is ringing non-stop.

Worried parents are calling, praying it wasn’t their precious child that got shot.

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