Quiet Silent Students Poem by Butch Decatoria

Silence murders the future
When none learn from the past

Too shaken up this American morning
Too shook up for prayers in class
Emergency exits —don't look back,
Run outside, find some life
Some help
Blue skies

A season of Spring
All guns and knives
No angels for calling...

Those moments of silence taken
For the fallen
Learning how to make storms
Shot caller with plenty of ammo
Preppy
Private
Getting schooled
At the Alamo
Babies at a gun show...?

(Got a rifle?)

"The wars are won within"

Teachers lessons stifled
Since fear itself will burn
And no words are heard
When bullets fly
Like bats out of hell
Men imprisoned

Minds
unlearning as children cry
We all die
Sometimes too soon

Pond of life
Pool of blood
in the muck
WTF

Off to school
One last hug, good day
And good luck...