DEATH Poem: The Difference, by PJ Watson

What do I have
but my eyes to see.
The school was safe,
They were safe.
The bang
shutters the wall. The cry
deafens the next,
bang.
They wait,
They scream,
again,
again,
again.
They wait, now we
wait.

My eyes see,
the doors are closed,
the classes still
in session.
They won’t wait.
Wanted for the crime
of existing.
More deadly
to the moral compass
than a shuttering,
bang.

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