Though written in a year of tragedy, it feels more fitting to this year.”
He be a fool who kills a child
Mentally immoral, physically unbound
He who does such deserves no life
Take a step backwards and another
Slowly into the word that is my knife
A man such as this has no soul
Desperately they who seek justice
Never reach their goal
But they’ll wait for him to tread no man’s land
Poker faced, patiently waiting
He who violates a child
Deserves no mourn, no sorrow
His only right is to his last meal
He shall no longer hope for tomorrow
A man such as this is not a man
He is a foul, sorry excuse for a guy
And they who wait patiently, watch
Knowing he’ll slip up one day
When he carelessly walks by
He is no he, indeed un-fatherly
They wish no fate with he
Kids who may befriend friends of those
He made suffer indefinitely
He is no he, they know this definitely
He is a killer, an abuser, and now only a victim
Of my once clean paper and full pen.
Tedra