Off to school you go a smile on your face
There are pictures to draw, things to paint
And the thought of Xmas makes your heart race
Why is the silence broken with a loud crack?
And my teacher quietly moving us to a place safe
So we can hopefully escape out the back
Why are there screams and children crying?
And Teachers pleading for their lives
As my innocent class mates lay dying!
Why is this happening in this sanctuary of peace?
A leaning facility to help us understand and grow
Not a training ground for the swat and Police.
Why is he shattering my illusions of life?
Yesterday I was innocent and only a child
Today I am angry, bitter and full of internal strife
Why did it happen in this my house of sticks?
Where mum dropped my off to learn and play
Why? I don’t understand I only just turned six!
This is just sad in the fullest terms of the word!
remember the children and what their lives could have been!
Mothers fathers, and agents for change.
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