Fifteen is too young
To fear intruders with guns
To plan with friends where to run
Once the lockdown is done
Fifteen is too late
To learn to stand hate
To accept that shootings are our fate
Or that lack of control makes us “great”
Fifteen is too small
To learn how to fall
In case I’m on the second floor when the gunman comes calling
To see my peers and friends afraid, not just one, but them all
Fifteen is too old
To stand by and call our innocence gold
To say that it cannot stay
No, there is no way.
We can never let this happen again.