Thinking of his plan
His anger overflowing
Their lives so close at hand
Merely sitting with her daughter
Teaching her to read
She's the perfect target
How he longs to make her bleed
He stands up in the classroom
Clinging to his gun
Pointed at her head
As everybody runs
Raising up the shot gun
Sounding like a bomb
Just then her little girl steps in
Yelling "Don't hurt my mom"
Dodging past the woman
The bullet hits the girl
Falling to the ground
The room starts to whirl
Horror arose his face
As he realized his mistake
As wrong girl lay on the floor
A life too precious he did take
1 comment:
This is lovely writing, enforces the saddness of the event. The rhyming works perfectly.
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