Spoiler! :
Now mine:
The airplane came down like a bomb on the wind,
And it's wings were all gleaming from beginning to end;
And the gleam of its gun was like beams of a jeep
When the bright lights awaken those who were asleep.
Like a storm in the nighttime when hail falls like rain,
The sound of the bullets drove students insane:
Like the storm in the nighttime when lightning bolts scream,
The death in the schoolyard ran out like a stream.
For the eagle of metal soared down to the last,
And into the wall of the office it crashed:
And the screams of the children rang out loud and clear,
And those who were living were silenced by fear!
And there lay the textbooks with pages all torn,
But for these poor victims not one soul did mourn:
And their pages were scattered all over the road,
And each kid rejoiced in their now lessened load.
And there sat computers all broken and crushed,
With the beaping of buttons at once still and hushed;
And the rooms were all empty, the curtains torn down,
The lockers abandoned, the boards smeared with brown.
And the parents of students are filled with despair,
And the only thing left is a single blue chair;
And the tortured old school, that had lasted for years,
Hath been washed away by the guardians' tears!
which is good.
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