"Christians"

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You call yourself a Christian,

But have you sat back and listened,

To the things you been spittin,

Acting like you ever sinnin,

But what about that time back in junior high,

When you saw that kid with dyed hair and gauges on both sides,

You ridiculed him, dont you dare tell a lie,

You pushed him to the edge ,

And every night he sat home and he cried,

Hopin' and prayin,  that one day he would die,

But you just went on with your life,

Walking by him in the halls, you never said hi?

People just assummed he was fine,

But in his mind  he felt confined,

To the torture inside,

Then one day you hear he has died,

With a cord around his neck that he tied,

All of a sudden everyone cares,

Sitting back wondering why?,

It could've been worse,

Do you guys not remember columbine,

Let me remind you,

One day two kids ran into their school with some guns by their side,

So many kids died,

That Tuesday of 99,

It was the 20th in fact,

And whats funniest is that,

We call the shooters insane,

But really who is to blame?

 
 
 
 
 

Comments

LittleBodyBigMind

So deep. So much saying. Everything I could ever think type in this poem. Great job !

Kenrdrgz


Thank you! its based on a true story that happened at my school

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