Drum Beats

 

I see children playing carefree,

Making pictures with crayons,

I see smiling teachers standing nearby.

Show they are truly the kids’ fans. 

The little ones songs of glee,

Fill the air with joy,

As some dance in circles,

Haphazardly around toys. 

Laughing and holding hands,

With not a care in the world,

Thinking life is innocent,

As their vision is swirled.

Out of the day full of lightness

Where worries are few

Not a cloud in the sky,

And in an instant, the mood turns blue.

It sounded a lot like a drum,

That had more of a pop,

The teachers looked alarmed

As suddenly students started to drop.

A puddle of red, 

Was forming underneath a head,

The screaming was intense,

As children have a sixth sense.

They seemed to know danger was near,

They all cowered around each other in fear.

Not knowing where to go, 

They pleaded with the adults in the room,

And locking eyes with them,

The sounds continued to boom.

It was like the classroom was evolving into a human tomb.

 

It happens in America,

It happens far too much,

The news spreads quickly 

And all students are touched.

Whether it is your school, your teacher, or your child,

That is found lying dead on the floor,

You know the experience, the trauma

Is changing you to the core.

Guns are killing, for killing animals and prey

Not for aiming at children simply at play.

They serve the military in war,

And home invasions,

But to be carried openly by anyone 

Is an open invitation.

Gun laws and restrictions

It sounds like a big task

But if it deters killings

It’s a simply ask.

Just ask a parent

Of a child who has followed all the rules

And was gunned down at school.