The Columbine - Poem by Justin Reamer
Two boys of elegant wit,
With lots of friends and comrades
On their sides with each other,
Fell into a pit
In which they could not come out.
Eric Harris and Dylan Koble
Were their names,
The boys who were full of hatred.
They fell into a deeper pit
Than what they'd possibly imagine.
Eric and Dylan had many friends,
More than what anyone ever encounters.
They had the good life,
Until they tried to blow up their school.
The bombs failed,
But they shot lots of people.
They killed students,
And then they killed themselves.
They did not know what they
Were missing, or who they dealt with.
They did not know anything,
Except their own deaths.
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