The music dims itself
to let the gunshots be heard.
Whispering past
your ear.
Telling the tale
of hatred and wrongful attention.
A boy with unfinish
knowledge,
Builds a shield of
unfaithful trust.
A man in the middle
willing to shout praise and love into brains of the wealth of children.
Yet a trail of rusted
blood falls from his face marking death.
A memorable day for
the graduates of the future.
Hurt, injured from
inside to the outside.
Innocence killed
off from one boy's choice.
Racked with feelings
of regret,
Yet shoved back from
a lens that reveals and makes famous,
The story that should
remain untold.
Does a memorable day
have to be:
A child killing their
peers for the unsettled debt
Or attention of the
other.
Disposing of our
teachers,
A man shedding his
anger on the innocence of today.
Mothers and fathers
throwing away babies, their families.
More harmful stories
are evolving around the world today.
Much hatred is being
filmed into wasted minds.
Nothing really new
but yet publized, and attention getter they say!
Such a popular hateful
world.
Tanya Murphy, April
1998