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Locked In
Quick, lock the door.
Under your desk, speak no more.
Close your eyes and hold your cries
For if he finds us, here we will lay
Arm in arm, hand in hand
Protecting each other, until the end
But don’t be afraid
Because the gun he’s holding has been ok’d
Congress says these weapons are crucial.
But the cost of it will be brutal.
Your life is less important when compared to a weapon so significant
Its only on the news, it could never happen to me or you?
But what when-its in your backyard?
Ignoring it will be hard
You’ll wish you cared
When little Amanda’s lying on the floor, scared
Then will your guns be more important?
Will you still ignore and support it?
It can happen any day
Because you refuse to take them away.
Buy anyway its over
Turn on the lights and grab your folder
Get from under your desk
Let the pain leave from your chest
The pain from holding your tears
Will soon be lost within the years.
It only matters now
they always forget somehow.
Until it happens again
And someone else loses a friend
Will they ever care?
Or will we all have to remain scared
And always wonder when?
No more “if” but only “when”
When will my school be locked in?
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My name is DeYonna, and I chose to write this shortly after the shooting in Texas. I felt so upset about what happened, and how it just keeps happening. It started to seem like the more it happens the less people care. I felt like I needed to express how i felt so I started writing. Shootings happen so often now and their only in the news for a week then people stop caring. It will be all over social media about how we could have prevented it but those stops never happen to prevent another one.