Rachel the Teacher-Gunner

Rachel was a teacher who knew how to use a gun
With a concealed-carry permit and a lesson plan she’d done
She walked into her building one dark and stormy day
And she heard the gunshots echo from the concrete cold and gray.

Her students huddled silent in their classroom, under desks
They were making vid recordings, they were sending final texts
“Ms. Rachel went to stop him,” one child’s message read
“I hope to God she kills him, I hope that she’s not dead.”

Rachel, the teacher-gunner…

She stalked him through the hallways of the school she knew so well
With her finger on the trigger, listening for the bell
Kill or die were all the choices before her in that place
It was as she squeezed the trigger that she recognized his face.

Time, time, time
For another life to pass
Time stands still for Rachel
When she kills to save her class

They can still see her stand above the body of her son
In the muzzle-flash of Rachel’s carry-gun.

Murderer and victim are the parts that we can play
Hero isn’t on the menu they’re serving up today
In the hallways and the classrooms where the guards are on deploy
And Rachel’s ghost is carrying the gun that killed her boy.

Rachel, the killer teacher-gunner…
Rachel, the killer teacher-gunner…

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