Behind Closed Doors-Seung-Hui and the Vir. Tech Massacre
To all those who have every sat back and watched a bully, to all those who KNEW
the parents were abusive and did nothing, I pray you think twice. I will forever
remember that I had a choice once and did nothing. I do not aggree with what
happened, I am sorry for the lives that were needlessly taken away, and we may
never know what makes a certain individual "snap" while others are able to cope.
Behind closed doors and across the street
Lived a Korean family we never did meet
Their son was a loner, quite and shy
But never, not once, did I see the boy cry
And all through school he sat from the rest
I looked over one day; saw an “A” on his test
The kids would all tease, throw things in his hair
But never, not once, did I show him I cared
His parents weren’t rich, they did what they could
I think that they loved him, like good parents would
They must have seen the path he was walking
But never, not once, did they stop and start talking
Now he lies dead on the Norris Hall floor
Shot himself once when he came through the door
Thirty one people are dead in his wake
But never, not once, did he stop for their sake
Found a gun in the dorm, was not hard to miss
A letter he left quoting “You made me do this”
I wish I had answers, and I now start to pace
And never, not once, will I erase his young face
If I just made them stop, back in grade school
Told them they’re wrong and Seung was cool
My choices now ripping, tearing my seams
Because never, not once, will I wake from this dream
Copyright © Marco Borda | Year Posted 2007
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