Max Vondole

School

As he dropped to the ground
They all stood around
They had no clue
But he had a plan
By the time it went off
By the time it went through
It was already over
He didn’t fail
But they didn’t succeed
They tried to stop him
But he was determined to succeed

When he got to the man that started this day
He shot once
Then again
When the third shot rang through the gunner’s hand
“The man... Jesus Christ…he’s dead”
“Someone call 911”
“Someone call the cops”
But it was too late he wouldn’t stop
Or so he thought
The cops got smart
They knew his plan
A sniper shot him right through the hand
The bullet traveled into his chest

As he dropped to the ground
They all stood around
They had no clue
But he…

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Poem Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011

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