Untitled poem

There is gun in their hand

How can I understand?

Want to be the best

Bullets in the chest

They thought suicide

Dark thought, black sign

We were in classes

They have no excuses

I scream I cry

I ask why

I don’t blame them

I’m looking for a name

A class time horror

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