Literature
The Silence
The lazer pointer, a litte red dot.
Hey, I can see it on your jacket.
The teachers are yelling,
Kids are running.
What is going on?
Something whizzes past my head.
When I look up, you look funny.
Your eyes are glazed.
You fall over on the bench.
What is going on?
I turn and see three angry faces.
One is looking at me
The others intently watching
From behind their automatics
Aiming carefully around the room.
Everyone has scattered, only a few remain.
I am being approached,
Glued to my seat,
I gaze up into his face.
Never before had I seen such sadness.
For a moment, I am scared
But for a moment.
Then I remember your listl