Columbine Highschool

Columbine Highschool

A Poem by Death's Poet
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As prefaced in the title this look is about the columbine shooting. I have studied the case for 11 years so it's a very emotional and important talking to me

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Anger and fear flowed down to through the roots
The tall shaggy haired boy laced up combat boots
And the smaller one raided the closets for loots

April 20, 1999....Today is the day.

Hands shaking Eric drove to school
Today those bullies won't feel so cool
Dylan was lusting for his time to rule

"Today is a bad day to be here"

Bombs set up, hidden in the cafeteria
The plan was to kill, scare, cause some hysteria
Screaming so loud it will be hard to hear ya

Columbine Highschool

Okay plan B, the bombs didn't go off
As Eric loads his shotgun he begins to scoff
Stares down Scott then pops a shot off

The massacre has begun

The two bullied boys sought revenge on that day
Screaming with vile everything they did say
Had things been only different it wouldn't be this way...

The massacre continues

Victims of society before society was a victim of them
Dylan screamed at the kids who had cussed and pushed him
Eric was solemn, soldier like, Dylan's rage flowed over the brim

The massacre is nearing an end....

The library, it's final victim did see
The boys were satisfied. This is how it must be
A massacre ended but they were not yet free

13 dead

Two pale figures paced tattered halls
Bullet holes and pipe bomb smoke littered the halls
Screaming and crying echoed the halls

The two re-entered the library.

After aimlessly pacing around for a bit
They approached the window where they would sit
Eric killed himself first then Dylan once a molotav was lit

15 Victims

© 2017 Death's Poet


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this is pretty darn accurate

Posted 7 Years Ago



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