Columbine High School Massacre
Two teenagers
On Hitler’s Birthday
April 1999
Met in a parking lot
Driving a black BMW
And got out
With a horrow show
In their minds.
To their fellow students
And Faculty inside
They had no idea what
Was about to hit them.
Just a normal everyday
To them.
Until
Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold
Walked into a full cafeteria
In trench coats
And pulled out shotguns
And a Tec-DC9 submachine gun
And acted like they were
Inside a real life video game
That they played on TV and loved.
Bullets ripping into the screaming
Bodies of kids
Just like them, many who were
About to die
And cry
About a world turned upside
Down
Never the same again.
The killers walked down
Hallways
With trapped souls
Cringing in fear as the
Face of death
Arbitrarily
Picked and choosed
Like gods
Who would live.
It was all payback
According to them.
For all the slights, and torments
Inflicted by others.
Jocks
And those who snubbed them
In those cruel teenage ways.
The girls they couldn’t fuck.
The teachers whose authority
They despised.
And they did all of this with
Thoughts of immortality it
Would give them.
They wanted to create
An outrage.
Something history would never
Forget.
And they did.
How sick.
And then a string of high school
Massacres followed
In the years thereafter.
Like a virus
Let loose in the air.
To repeat.
And the “High School Massacre”
Became a cultural trend.
Eric and Dylan ended
It all with bullets to their
Heads in the
library
So any punishment would
Be eluded,
And explanations
As to why
Would go unanswered
Except for notes
They left behind.
And America was never
The same again.