Victims

Victims

The halls were filled with laughter and joy.
Two teenagers in love, one quick kiss did take.
The bell began its last ring to employ
A message of doom, for the couple’s mistake.

The girl had a life so small within.
The boy had his dream of service afar.
They both made a pact time and time again.
To love forever, under each falling star.

The school was surrounded with locks and guards.
The teachers were exhausted and stressed every day.
Most desks were wobbly and chairs were scarred.
One large broken window let the truants get away.

The morning went on with lessons begun.
The stranger arrived with pockets of death.
His vision was focused on business undone.
He silently walked and controlled each breath.

The stranger’s young life had always been sad.
His family was mocked at when they moved to town.
The teasing and insults finally made him so mad.
Tears were frequent and streaming, in his soft eyes of brown.

No tears came now as he thought of each hurt.
He silently screamed as he aimed at each heart.
He couldn’t believe how the red filled the shirts.
The victims looked puzzled as they then fell apart.

The shooter then looked at the weapon he dropped.
He fell on the floor with a pain in his side.
A security guard came running to the person he stopped.
The shooter looked different, with a strange peace inside.

Three hearses began their solemn trip in the rain.
Three families shared grief that words could never express.
The school began counselling for the students in great pain.
New ageless children silenced, with no future to possess.