Guns for Giggles Poem • Mikayla Moore
There is nothing so sad as the little girl who looks at me with big doe eyes and an eager smile as She explains what a “lock-down” is.
How She hides under her teacher’s Big Oak Desk, or in the cloak closet in case a Bad Man with a gun comes visiting to wreak terror and bloodshed.
How She doesn’t understand that it’s not a game of hide-and-seek; Because if caught by the Bad Man She’ll never see six, or seven, or prom.
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