The Debate


The birds were chirping one sunny morning,
As she got out of bed to change,
She wore her cute dress and skipped downstairs,
Where her parents were in outrage.

"Guns should be banned: they only bring harm!"
Her mom pointed out with fear,
But her dad stomped his foot and crossed his arms
'said, "They don't: there's nothing to fear."

The debate went on as she went out the door
And started to walk to school,
Her pigtails bounced back and forth,
Her smile a twinkling jewel.

The debate went on as she pulled out her crayons,
Went on as she started to draw,
The debate went on as he came in
And pulled out his firearm.

The debate went on across the nation
As her classmates fell one by one,
The debate went on as tears stained her cheeks
For that moment was her final one.

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