The gunman

With gunshots he took live of fellow students
In his eyes, cold blooded fear
He felt harmed, teased, humiliated
Couldn't afford wealth and Mercedes cars
Saved all to purchase an automatic gun
Pulled the trigger and killed Emi-jelly
And so many more
As he stood there before NBC channels
He was starring in the news
Watched and discussed
But he couldn't see
The altar and six feet box

Poor Emi-jelly
Killed, before she could think
How life is short
Did she receive the disturbing messages?
I ask myself over and over again
Where did technology failed

Was he a victim?
The gunman, who pulled the trigger
Carefully planned the scene

Time is running out

Poor Emi-jelly
Her friends are there with her
No defense possible
No high tech discussion

Gone is their future
With a gunman
Mentally disturbed

Oh Jesus,
Forgive him
The gunman
And save their souls