by Joshua Jennings
“Armed educators love our students and will protect them” – President Trump, Feb. 2018
Another little boy’s body lies broken,
a cordless instrument,
never to be strung again.
Instead, the screams of his classmates
will haunt the hallways-
ballads of missed opportunity.
Shells clatter against the floor,
a chorus of solitude
as bloody hands
repaint classroom walls.
Don’t misunderstand me.
I’d take a bullet for
each of them.
and that’d be one
hell of a swan song.
But my students still die.
Category: Poetry, SNHU Creative Writing, SNHU online creative writing, SNHU Student