He came to school with a gun

All the kids would shout and run

Screaming crying blood and tears

Would be all he could hear in his ears

Blasts of bullets filled the sky

As one after the other they all fell dead

The one holding the weapon began to scream

Floods of tears ran down his face

As the end of the fire arm closed the space

Pointing its tip to his head

As cover the eyes from the dead

In one bang he was dead

Many kids looked around

Dead teenagers all around

Not many people had cared for him

They were happy to make fun of him

they were happy to throw things at him

in the end of this mess

the mess that brought life and death

as the sky began to rain

i ask

wasn't he the one in pain?!