Black Weapon


I saw it all, just because my locker was next to his.

His silent cries, the bully can't hear

ring through my own two ears.

The bully will push and shove,

and the kid will be silent, but cry out for love.

In his locker is a dent.

I see the kid's heart: broken and bent.


The kids stuff will soon fall,

I wish I didn't see what I just saw.

The bully doesn't know the result of causing this kid's pain,

the kid carries a weapon of torture and vein.

My eyes freeze upon the gone.

He hurries, puts it away, he is done!

The piece, the killer, the thing,

will end it all with one fatal bang.

I saw it...I need to stop it!

I need to sit!

But, I can't! I have to tell!

But, the bell!

I'll be late...

But, if I don't,  that'll be the bullies deadly fate.


"Mister Sun..?

I saw this kid...and he had a gun."


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