“Shooter”

“Shooter”

One sunny spring day,

while all kids,

were at play,

a day,

that will forever,

by the old ,

be told,

A gunman,

came a calling,

many young,

left not standing

countless falling.

and in his heart,

rest no solace,

merely gratuitous

cold.

Life “four,’”

will have end,

as a pre-marked bullet,

tore (briskly),

through the wind,

As he fell inches,

of reaching,

the gyms,

double door.

Then another,

fell by his side,

(just as he),

“laid and

tried to hide,”

with no protection

just death,

as they cuddled,

the naked floor.

One by one,

they seem to fall,

nowhere to hide,

not even a wall,

chances of cover,

from this,

unreal and slim.

Yet much to my dismay,

a childhood friend,

with whom,

I use to (play),

Got shot,

as he fled,

from walkway,

to the gym.

As I scrambled,

to save my friend,

that last breath told,

of his life’s end,

as the blood soaked shirt,

like a river of full flow,

up against natures,

mightiest,

of (unimpeded) stone.

Over by the fountain,

as the waters ran (Blood Red),

another child fell down,

sad to say, face first dead,

as he sadly contemplated…

……….. Another life gone.

As I sat,

and wonder why,

must this day,

so many to die,

and so young

and not right,

were they,

to be led home?

But still,

I must be strong,

just a youth,

trying to belong,

like that

of whispering tree leaves,

Windblown through,

as though,

nature combed.

as soon as it started,

it stop,

no more bullets,

ring through the air,

all to be heard,

was to be, (silent prayer),

from a kid,

near the same wall,

as I.

It’s all over,

declared he out loud,

as the sun too,

took brave,

to peep the clouds,

though in the distance,

I’d hear faints,

of lone cry....

When I made it,

from school that day,

not sure what had transpired,

led me to believe,

it was Mr. Cleves

and was due,

to a recent fire.

What sent him over board?

News article read,

of a hoard,

“Terminated,

Due,

to unusual collecting.”

report finished by stating,

“Replacement well known

and (soon,) due to hire”...

Well his faith,

I do tell,

a stunt like this,

sadly straight to hell,

but as for now,

the many unfortunate victims,

by him,

were not and still,

to go unknown.

Though he,

the Hoarder,

sniper, serial child molester,

whichever,

to be his claim,

to momentary fame,

will no longer exist,

to he,

to “freely” roam.

Jim

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