Rush. Jumble. Panic.
That's my everyday life.
Afraid that there is at least one maniac
that came to school to act crazy.
Everytime someone screams
I want to duck, not relive my dreams...
I've seen blood once already this year
A friend i hold dear.
But the next day it seemed forgotten.
Not by me. I have gotten
More afraid. Scared of what else may happen
I am scared to change classes.
Those three minutes are full of terror.
If only I knew I was safe.
No guns or knives made it past the front doors...
But everyone knows they do.
Some people actually get caught.
A few lessons are taught.
But no one really seems to care,
So everyday I will try to bear
With the idiots that come to school
prepared to end someone's life.
in the flash of a gun shot
and the splash of blood...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Powerful stuff, sounds like kids are growing up too fast in today's world (or maybe not growing up at all?) . Well done, Carrie!