10:00
10:00 was not about a rebellious act.
It was not for laugher.
It was not for the sake of missing class.
It was not to boil ones blood.
It was not for a lost cause.
It was not for an angry eyebrow.
But, I can tell you what it was about.
It was about a bullet. A child. A gasp. An incomplete high school diploma.
It was about the last memory. A final hug. A bitter pill to swallow.
It was for him. For her. For them.
It was for a voice that has hushed. For An intercom which is now broken.
It was for the heart of a broken mother.
It was for the phone call that shattered a family tree.
17 precious moments for a life time of scars, guilt, and broken glass.
So please fix the damn door, get a button that saves a life, and get a better drill of safety.

Or one of your kids in your class room, could be the kid dragged away in a body bag… and all you can do is watch, and regret everything you didn’t do.