Bang
A classmate brought a gun to school
Back when my son was six.
He showed it to some friends,
Which brought a teacher to the mix.
The loaded weapon was removed;
The police, of course, were called.
The news made all the papers
And the parents were appalled.
The child was transferred; no one
Ever heard from him again
And fortunately, nobody
Was shot or hurt back then.
Yet just this week, another boy,
His mom’s gun in his hand,
Shot his first grade teacher in the chest;
How can we understand?
The news reports said no one
Of that age did that before,
But that classmate of my son’s way back
Can only underscore
How we’ll never learn that guns in homes
Quite simply don’t belong
And allowing access to a child
Is criminally wrong.
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