Abstract Stains

Nov 29, 2006 07:19

Hide under the desk, you cannot flee,
they’ve just dropped an atom bomb you see.
How simple was our task, just bend over
and kiss your ass…..goodbye,
because if the bomb went off
there would just be ashes left of you and I.

There was no intruder then to walk the halls
leaving abstract stains upon the walls.
No hiding in rooms with tightly locked doors
while this reaper walks the floors with vengeful eyes,
listening to the wounded cry:
“Please dear God, I don’t want to die.”
Then he pulls the trigger more bullets fly,
somebody catches one in the thigh. Flesh is torn
and bone is smashed, blood flows freely life won’t last.

Who is it, does anybody know? A student? Get out! Go!
What made him snap what caused the crack;
oh no he’s popped another cap.
I hear a scream then someone crying. Oh Jesus,
I think that they too are dying.

In years gone past we knew who to fear,
politicians and generals from far and near,
but not the people that who live around here.
So now we have a brand new drill, hide real low stay very still.
Get in a room and lock the door, you don’t want to be seen any more.
They tell us the arms race is over and there is less to fear,
then why is “Duck and cover” still taught here?

Revision #3
11/29/06
7:04 AM

Author notes
My sons’ school system does intruder drills since Columbine. It has always bothered me but it just started to gnaw at me recently, that they have to grow up doing that. What a world we live in.
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