The Muskets are Gone, the Rifles Assault
"Code 500" says the principal on the intercom.
We grab our phones in seconds and get against the wall.
We find our friends in the darkness and make ourselves small.
We know the drill. We know it well. Until a shot just raises hell.
13 Years of "get out of the window"
We saw the videos, and heard those screams.
Kids like us were injured, and killed were 17.
At first they too, thought it was a routine.
But the chaos they saw, and trauma that gave,
them harrowing images, and nightmares for days.
They can't unsee death or unfeel the trauma,
and our savory leaders regard it as drama.
these kids are real! like all of us here.
But now they live in constant fear.
They lost friends from 4th block, soccer, and the bus
but our own leaders tell us not to fuss?
In Australia they learn to treat snake bites.
but in the land of the free we protect all"rights"
A right for what? A right to die?
To live in fear and want to cry?
In a country when freedom reigns,
It's where a teen is a lover who's young and naive
with a pathetic sense of misconcieved
ideals on real life, but we are trying to survive.
A living document must grow with the us all,
The muskets are gone, and the rifles assault.
And now NRA donatations are more important than me.
My poem pls don’t take it