Columbine Poem by Justin Reamer

There was peace in the high school,
That place we call Columbine,
That place we will love so much,
From what we can remember,
Of Columbine High School.

Everyone was attending their classes
During the warm day of 1999,
And all the children,
Or the teenagers, per say,
Were laughing,
And enjoying each other,
And the teachers were expecting everything
As was scheduled,
But this was no normal day,
From what anyone could tell.

That day was a bad one,
As many saw,
As two students ran into the hall,
With guns sold from the black market,
And shot everyone within their sight,
And killed many innocent students,
Including cheerleaders,
Nerds and jocks,
Over-achievers and scholars,
Goths and 'freaks, '
Blacks and whites,
Christians and Jews,
All girls and boys alike.

The evil in their faces
Protruded from their rage,
And went onto all those they killed,
And they eventually killed themselves
Out of their own hatred.
The newspeople thought they were bullied,
But that wasn't the truth,
For they were sociopaths,
Seeking revenge on the society
That corrupted them.
Yet, we remember the day that came,
The pain that this event caused,
And the souls that were lost,
For they are gone to heaven,
And we remember what evil is capable of.