the clock is ticking
the clock is ticking
and i am very afraid
afraid to live
in a world where i probably won't see my old age
in a world where nuclear war, global warming, and people killing innocent children is all the rage
for about a week
until the news has a new obsession to seek
the clock is ticking
and at six years old we should not be reciting our abc's
as we hide where a bad man cannot see.
I thought that everybody was welcome at school
why can't the man with the toy gun can't come in too?
the clock is ticking
and my heart should not drop in fear
when i hear that all the metal doors at my brother's school
have been replaced with wide glass windows.
perfect to let in light, air, bullets, and a lovely view of the world outside.
the clock is ticking
and what’s wrong with my generation? What’s wrong with yours?
“hide under tables, lock all the doors!
But sorry you won’t get legislation that’s secure”
the clock is ticking
and while you're behind a glass windowpane,
some were protected by what could withstand hurricanes.
And you should not have to be prompted for empathy
can't you see that these teens have been through enough?
the clock is ticking
and if my friend can take one look at his campus and infer
in the event of an armed intruder,
the juniors would be the first to go
Because uh oh there's no escape from the basement classrooms
because to some, the media is only fake news.
the clock is ticking
and i should be worrying about what i'm going to wear tomorrow
or if that boy i pass by in the halls will notice me
I should be staying up all night studying for chem
Instead of sobbing under my sheets at 1 AM
worrying if this day is going to be my last.
or if a gunman were to come he'll just walk past,
maybe forget why he's here or maybe he'll just disappear into thin air.
the clock is ticking
and i will not be silent.
because valentines are for chocolates and candy hearts
not the feeling of your soul get ripped apart
you knew this boy,
he might not have been your friend and to be honest you suspected
that he could be your end
the clock is ticking
and i will not be silent
because at concerts all you need to hear are beating drums
not the beating of your racing heart
as bullets reign from up in the sky, you sang of God only moments ago so why
is He punishing us like this?
The clock is ticking
And I will not be silent
because clubs are partying hard and spending the next morning in the bathroom
not cowering with 22 others inside a stall
waiting for the gunfire to come to an end and you only came to have a nice night with your girlfriend
and you can't tell if this is her blood or yours
the clock is ticking
and the glass walls are shattering.
but my bullets are words
and i will not go down in silence.