Murderer….

From the heartless pain of the murder

As kills for insanity scores

There blackness in heart

He likes to kill more and more

 

As society puts question

Why does kill so much?

Is he a human sore?

The pain of heart is accounted; love touch

 

What is his past?

Where does come from

Is he the product?

Of the society dark drawn comb

 

How can we find him?

Will there be a hang man await

Would there be God

Or is devil child, which make God’s people at stake

 

Can we trap him?

Know what is in his mind

Can we find him?

And be a little kind

“No” said police office,

Killing is a crime

So asked the reported

Is okay if sister, mother was raped at same time

 

There was silence,

People had a thought

They felt the pity

But how can the killing stop

 

So one in Police Quarters

A man come dressed nice

The office ask him

How can I help, what seems on your mind?

 

I am the one you’re looking for

I am the one that has many kills

Can speak to the reporter

She understand, proof to her I’ll submit with will

 

So in chair he sat quiet

Bind with chain head to toe

The reporter saw this

And she was shocked all more

 

She said, “Let him free,

“Let him go”

Give a Cell block

With an open window

 

They sat and she spoke

She asked, “How you are”

He smiled, he laughed as it as joke

But ultimately he cried, I am society scar

 

She got up to walk out,

I know what is done to accord

Hear thread I bind you ought

To dying day, love yourself repent if that isn’t odd

 

So quietly as he sat there

As the judge, had heard final request

I accept the dead you give me

But let the reporter be close when they buried in box vest