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A STUDENT PICKS A GUN: a sonnet
When life is a purposeless existence And the mirror of future shows nothing; When everybody keeps up a pretence And not a ray of hope does sunrise bring; How, then, the students feel inside their heart? They get disenchanted, don’t want to live. In consequence a chain of thought does start: “Bullets to society we shall give”. So one morning a student picks a gun And starts shooting whoever is around. Having killed, from the scene he does not run. He shoots himself, a way of exit found. When life is too materialistic, Then morals in the conscience do not stick. • Related article: SCHOOL SHOOTINGS—"SCHOOL SHOOTINGS" • Showcased in the Poetry Newsletter dated 10 September 2008. M C Gupta 5 September 2008
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