“I wrote this poem to raise awareness of school shootings as well as to focus on the effects it has in the classroom.”
By Colton Brunson
with educational posters,
where once innocent minds focused
on the brilliant teacher.
All lay lifeless
drooped over their little chairs
red, velvet red
deeply staining their Minute Maths.
John’s football cards
scattered over his desk
still clinging to the smell of the package,
now cling to a new smell, death.
Uneaten lunches stacked neatly
in the bullet filled cart.
The room that once contained learning and laughter
now grasps a stale silence,
all due to one heinous act.