Under The Desk
Everytime I close my eyes
I’m scared that I will hear
Gunshots from across the hall
That everyone will fear
*boom* *slash*
We jump up from our seats
We hide in the corner
Tucking in our feet
We scream and cry and worry
Until we can’t anymore
Cause we die in each others arms
Lying in blood on the floor
The last thing I saw was a calendar
The date was the eighth
We were stabbed in the back
Because we died in a place
That we called “safe”.
I knew that this would happen
The hoodie pulled the trigger
But if the gun was never there
There would have never been a figure
The gun was screaming in pain
But it didn’t have a choice
Because the person who pulled the trigger
They couldn’t have a voice
When the hoodie moved his finger
A tear ran down his face
Because everyone ignored him
For being a “disgrace”
I wanted to hear basketballs
Being shot up above
But I then heard bullets
Going on me like a glove
I did learn something that day
Cause that’s what schools are for
They say they value children
But they value guns more.