Whose Kids

Come into school.

Its just another day,

Till those kids come to play.

Pull out the gun,

Now its not fun.

Kids drop to the floor,

Their not alive anymore.

The rest run away,

Because they don't want to play.

Run out to the parking lot,

Thats where they get shot.

Killers run away,

But they'll be back another day.

 

Reviews

[Seracies]

The message was bold and strong, I thought you did a great job with the rhyme scheme and number of lines. It makes me think.