Some say it's the shooters fault for ending so many lives with one or two shits to the chest.
Others say it's the guns fault for being so easy to handle and buy. For being so dangers in the first place.Here's what I say,
It's not the shooters fault,
It's not the guns fault,
It's the people,Remember that person with the glasses?
The one you pushed?
The one you hit?
The one you told to go die?
The one you stole from?Well now he feels like he's Nothing,
He feels like he has nothing to live for,
Nothing to be happy about.He sees his dad gun and thinks about ending it all,
But then he feels it,
The anger,
The pain,
The things that that one or more people said.He comes up with a plain,
A plain to get payback,
A plain to make that person hurt the way he hurt.This shooter,
This broken soul will cut down others who were in the way or just sat back to watch will also face this punishment.He goes to school and looks at the security guard and remembers how he's nice to everyone.
but then he remembers how the security guard didn't stop the bullying that happened to him.The security guard has a weapon on him, the boy takes out a rifle and fires Two Shots into the guards chest. The guard falls down blood slowly pooling out of him.
Screams echo around him as teachers and students alike run for cover.
Fear on their minds as they try to survive.
The shooter walks down the hallways pointing the rifle at any student or teacher he sees.One shots,
Two shots,
Three shots,
Four shots,Bodies are piling up and the boy's hand is covered in their blood. He goes to every classroom shoots every teacher and student the only goal in his mind is to find a one who has burned him.
He enters in one classroom mows down 25 students and two teachers their screams forever hot his ears and their bodies scarred into his mind.
He walks into another classroom and this time he sees a teacher and a student holding each other crying and praying to God.
This teacher
This student
They were the only ones who were kind to him,The teacher would talk to the shooter and make him smile even though he was dead on the inside.
The student was a girl he liked and she always helped clean up his cuts.
He smiled at the memories that they gave him such good memories the only light he saw while he was here in this prison. The rifle slowly lowered us his I softened and his Humanity came back.
"Thank you for being so kind to me" he said as he turned his back and walked out of the classroom door and closed it they live because they were kind to him he loved them and didn't want to hurt them.
In the library there was 50 students and 10 of those students we're the ones who bully him or Sat by and laughed as they watched. He had nothing left to lose, the police were here and a squat team was in the building hunting him down to kill on sight.
The bullies begged for their lives they beg that they be spared but the boy laughed his Insanity coming back as he raised the rifle to eyesight.
" I begged you to stop and did you? No you didn't stop as you beat me so I'm not going to stop as I shoot you" the boy said I see press the trigger and a spray of bullets came out all the students were dead within two minutes.
The shooter no longer had ammunition Forest gun he pulled out a revolver, one bullet in the chamber as he put in his mouth and fired.
100 students survived this massacre 20 teachers survived. Some say that the child had mental issues some say that he was just a killer. But those two people who are kind of him new that this wasn't his fault.
The problem isn't the gun,
It isn't the shooter,
It's the people that make a person is shooter.
It's the family who doesn't see that the child is having problems and not getting him the correct help,
It's the people who take advantage of this person and shutters whatever good as left in them.For those who are older and decides to take lives it's because when they were younger they had put up with it for so long that finally their wall crumbles and they give in to the madness.
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Hi guys thank you for taking a look at this poem shooter, now for some review it's doesn't really seem like a poem but it is a deep message. People assume that it's the shooters fault or that there needs to be gun control so less shootings would happen. What needs to happen is people who are kind people who are caring so that this sort of situation when it happen.
Iuc and one of the lines I wrote and said how there was a teacher and a student who are kind to him and how he didn't kill them. Now this does happen in real life and in some situations the shooter doesn't kill the people who are nice to him. I think we all need to stop thinking about ourselves and think about others and what they may be going through.
Now I'm going to relay some real life events that happened to me, and my school we had a school shooting threats. Somebody had posted on Twitter how they were going to come to my school and shoot it up. Now I didn't know about this I didn't really have a cell phone and it was Sol testing day so we weren't allowed to have phones. But when I walked into school you can feel the fear students were even showing up they were very little and I had to ask myself if this was some type of joke like was there a special holiday that I missed and that's why there were a few students.
I was in the testing room and a kid had his cell phone out in the teacher kept on telling him that he needed to put it away but he won't it and he said that we had a school shooting threat. Now when I found out about this I am really went to the cell phone and I called my mom I told her I want to be picked up and that there was a threat on the school. She came and she pick me up and she yelled at the principal for not sending a text to the parents telling them that their child was in danger.
Later on the day the police had arrested a student for carrying a backpack that was loaded with a gun I would have gone through school shooting that day if I didn't call my mom and told her what was going on we could have gone through a real life shooting event. Guys I'm going to say this and I want you to listen be nice to every person, if you see that someone is going through a rough time or if someone's upset go up to them see if you kind word ask him what's wrong spend a little bit of your time with them because you never know it one day that person might snap and try to hurt other people your kind words you're helping hand could prevent a future disaster or save your own life.
Thank you for reading this far down and I truly hope that you take these words into consideration.
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