Lockers Slam

Book Bags Zip

Clumsy chatter fills the Hall

Dry Erase Markers Squeak

“Good Afternoon Class”

Binders Open, Pages Turn

“Did you Do the Homework?”

Bam, Bam, Pow

Screams Of Terror

“Dad, there’s a CODE RED”- blood trickles on the floor

Our Schools are safe, our Education is Thriving

But that’s impossible if brains are scattering across walls instead of Striving

To Understand How the World Turns

Each student Yearns

To live a life of greatness

But all that’s left for those 17 is blankness

Dear God, Bless Our Schools