for Sandy Hook Elementary
It’s December
go to school
learn something
today starts normal
then he comes
without warning
fear is fired
from the smoking gun
I want to cry
my teacher dies
and so does
someone else I know
he looks right
at me
his eyes are death
we all cry
we’re all just little kids
this is not a game
a bullet comes...
Santa, can you hear me?
I don’t want toys no more
My Christmas wish
go home
see my mom and dad
I look at death’s
long face
and big crazy eyes
why did you
do this to me
why do all the tears fall
why do you hate me
I don’t know you so
why do I walk to the light?
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