⚠️WARNING- SERIOUS CONTENT WITHIN THIS CHAPTER ON DEATH, AND SHOOTINGS. PLEASE SKIP IF THIS CAUSES TRIGGERS FOR YOU ⚠️
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Life is a precious thing
It could end in a blink of an eye
As I sit in school
It's sad I pray I'll get a goodbye
People are dying
Their lips shout no
Teens are crying
All they want is home
Fists in the air
They beg for a change
They each say their goodbyes
Before a new shooter's in range
Eyes filled with tears
They blame us all
Their bodies filled with bullets
As each of them fall
While all of them were young
To the ground they go
Faces filled with fear
They fall one after another, like dominos
Give us education
we never asked for death
Your inaction condemns us
Our cold bodies piled without breath.
I hope you'll see it never had to
When you ask how it occurred
These tragedies are engraved in everything
But to you, all of it is blurred.
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Written sometime around 2018 when the school shootings had went up drastically, and it was all over social media and there were walkouts and survivor speeches and rallies were at a peak. Students were scared then, and they're scared now, myself included. We have the power to change the world if we collectively speak up for what we want, what we believe in. Don't forget that, guys.
Be safe.
Saddened and frightened, but not giving up, K here, signing off.
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