Only a moment ago,
There was a breathing classroom
Only to be replaced with an unforeseen
Death toll of seventeen
I could smell the terror the situation had laid
As mere children scurried away
From the relentless rage
The gunman possessed
Stumbled upon the deafening roar
Of gun shots;
Adrenaline coursed through my veins.
For fear it would be my blood that would stain
The polished marble floor
Swallowed back the coppery taste of blood.
Another loud thud,
No more running.
A piercing touch to the spine
Reminding me of the cunning
Devil who murders.
Out the clear window,
The dark blue sky engulfed the enraged sun
And with that,
Yet another shooting had occurred
And once again, the government has shunned
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