The school of massacre

My insides are stained


With the blood

Of innocent children

They came to learn

They came to play

Not in bulletproof vests

Not with bulletproof backpacks

They were not trained

In how to restrain

An active shooter on site

They screamed, they fell

Their silence now dwells

Within the confines

Of my walls-

I am marred

By bodies charred

By a weapon of destruction

The weapon that was

Not the problem, they said

It was the mind, mind you..

I only know this is true-

My walls could not

Protect the children inside

I had no corners

Where they could hide

I grieve, I mourn

I am now an infamous place

My name added

To a list unfortunate

The list that grows

Every year while those

Who should have grown

Shall never get the chance..

Published by iheart11

A 30-something year old woman, physician by profession, fiercely passionate about work, family, travel and fashion..

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