Bang , bang , bang like the beats of a drum a song sings out echoes through are schools. It leaves behind blood spattered art spread across the walls. The smell of death and gun powder floats slowly through the air. Another death of our future spilled and wasted never allowed to grow.
Is that what we want or what we need?
Do we want the next person who might of cured cancer killed before they even try? We are playing Russian Roulette with the future , who dies could be important to the future , it could mean the end for us all made by a crazy person with a gun.