One hundred and fifty-five bullets in the course of five minutes;
His finger on the trigger as he now transmits.
This message coming out in a hail of bullets.
Children covering their ears as they tremble in closets.
Close your eyes, they told them, as they walked them on past.
They were the innocent little survivors in the wake of the blast.
One little girl survived by playing dead;
As school shootings are becoming more widespread.
Twenty bright little candles had their flames blown out.
Now gun control is all they want to talk about.
It is a shame that the innocent have to suffer when a damaged mind comes unglued.
The necessity for heightened security is what should be viewed.
They are here to protect and serve; you know who I’m talking about.
Place them in every school; so they’ll be safe day in and day out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem