Suffering at Santanna

It takes a tragedy to open our eyes But I'm still not sure that we realize This young boy a mere fifteen years of age So consumed with pain, hatred and rage He all but confessed to his plan of action But still he did not get any reaction Stable people don't joke about shooting and killing To take him seriously we just were not willing If only one of us had heeded his warning We might not be in this state of mourning High school is not always laughter and joy But torment and taunting for this troubled boy We did not take his threats to heart And again a community is torn apart Two innocent young peoples' lives are lost And now all of us will have to pay the cost In a state of shock and disbelief We share those parents untimely grief Sometimes the message may not be too clear We must listen carefully so that we always hear Easy access to weapons and feelings of rage Brought this teenager to this crucial stage We are all somewhat guilty in our own way For not listening to what he had to say You ask how it could happen in our community From rage and weapons there's never immunity

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