I went to a new school
When I was six years old
One day our teacher got a call
Hide. Is what we were told
Kids went under desks and into closets
Hide anywhere you can!
I couldn’t think of where to go
I remember seeing a man…
I couldn’t see what was in his hand
But it made a great big sound
Then something hurt inside my chest
And I fell to the ground
Daddy stopped talking then
Mommy always cried
I’m not sure what happened that day
But I’m pretty sure I died.
Some parents and grandparents are telling me their children and grandchildren are so afraid they do not want to go back to school. What should I tell them?
How does this poem make YOU feel inside? Is there anything YOU are going to DO with that feeling inside of YOU to make this world of ours a better world?
DEAR JESUS, MAKE ALL THE BAD PEOPLE GOOD….AND MAKE ALL THE GOOD PEOPLE NICE!
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