Trigger Warring Poem by Aiva Morris

The children of today
Think of guns as a game they play
Easily pulling the trigger ending another's life in one movement
There are just so many guns they seem to be everywhere
Bullets entering the brain the shooter not seeming to care as there classmates
body's drop in despair each day 12 children die from these horrible things we call peers
These unbelievable things we don't wanna hear pow pow man down there goes another
It could be someone known like your brother 288 school shootings happen per year as we hear about this news in fear that they may be near who's they you may ask like your friend or your brother your sister your best friend oh look there goes another as we speak other kids compete
Scared scattered running down the street wondering if your ever gonna see your mother again OMG pow pow look there's one more look as we speak there's more and more day by day as we sit and watch the news wondering who did these horrible things the drowning faces as the smile suddenly fades away Trigger warning