Hunkered down
In a
Dark room
We wait
With classmates
We barely Know
We wait
The silence
Is deafening
Even our breath
Is too loud
While we wait
There are sounds
Out in the hall
Its hard to tell
What they are
So we wait
Seconds turn
into minutes
Minutes feel
Like hours
And still
We wait
It becomes hard
To stay still
Then comes
The all clear
These drills are
Becoming more real
Tears stream
Down the faces
Of our classmates
Not knowing
Is this is real
If we will be
The Next target
Will our room
be the next one
with doors
held shut by chairs
With backpacks
covering the heads
of precious students
who huddle under desks
We pray
for a day
when life
will mean more
than the right
To bear arms
Until then we wait
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