Tragedy High

I wander down the lonely halls;

I hear the student’s plaintive calls.

It’s tragic.

The school alarm rings,

Gunshots sing.

It’s horrible.

Cries pierce the smoke, oh so dense;

Cops surround the schoolyard fence.

It’s awful.

Bombs explode shaking the room;

The students feel they’ve met their doom.

It’s evil.

The captive sob of life and hope;

The dead and mourning, can they cope?

It’s graphic.

Cell phones buzz,

Confusion and fuzz.

It’s hectic.

Trapped in a building all day long;

The haunting death sings its song.

It’s traumatic.

Their parents see black trench coats fly;

They wail and weep the last goodbye.

It’s incomprehensible.

As the Colorado school experienced

fate,

The world felt remorse, sadness and

hate.

It’s life.