Murder of innocence

This poem is based on a true incident were a Boy of 19 killed his own father,mother and his sister when he was asked by them not to play PUB-G.Addiction to online games has become a profound issue.

Murder!
The last dog howled.
Treason!
Darkness Hurled the clouds.
Treachery!
All God's swept away in dismay
Tap-Tap, Play-Play,and now come I to find my prey.
Hell hovers around this house!
A bond of happy four, feasts tonight!
The jovial moment is cherished by all,
Their happy- go-meery supper turns their last,
for the Night travels long and their life is short.
The Raven flies high and the time has come,
To slay away the ones, that he loved.
Tap-Tap,Play-Play, and now come I to take away your lives.

How joyous am I to see a heart,
As tender as a feather..and there's he is,
Heart of a sweet 19, in my arms.
I see a perfect prey to take over,
the souls of those that he praised.
Tap-Tap, Play-Play, and now have I found my perfect prey.

I have enslaved him through what he plays.
His gadget is my tool to dispatch away,
The gadget that was made by Graham's hands,
hops it's advancement to the highest in science's hands.
Smart Phone they call it today,
Touch and see the magic the covers say!
Oooppss!! There he downloads me!
I come from the Bluehole territory.
And I start to touch his life away
From the ones that he owed him everything today.

Everyday he is in this territory,
Trapped and slaved is he in my game.
His bond goes weaker day by day.
His eyes are blind and his ears are deaf,
Leaving his loved ones perplexed.
The man shouts! Hark Child and cease!
The woman weeps!
The girl yearing for company , now stays unwanted.
The Happy-Go-Merry supper slowly terminates.
Rage seen in the man! Shouts again.. Hark Child and cease!
Rage screams through the sweet 19!
Lesson to be learnt thinks he!
Tap- Tap, Play- Play, now the time has arrived to quench his rage.
Blasphemy! Ohh!! The blood smears through his hands.
The man , woman, the girl, All slaughtered by his cold blooded hands.
His knife speaks of the treacherous act he commits!
His heart now skeptic, His mind maddening,
To what he hath commited he knows not!
Tap-Tap, Play- Play and now come I to take you away.

Behind bars he lay! Sigh! a sweet sight at 19?
Your blood in blue, Your heart stay cold?
Creature or human are you?
Well my job is done!
Tap-Tap, Play-Play and now come I to find my next prey.

Reviews

[angel]

The man shouts! Hark Child and cease! Also,they cry of Blasphemy; is our family Amish, or something similar?
I don't say that to be funny; I am serious. The speech patterns and terminology of the Family of Four reminds me of the Amish, and such a group would be horribly upset with their so having a smartphone, but this kid might be on his Rumspringa, so the family would allow it...but not like it.
Don't know why I care; I just do.

[Mary]

Thank you sir for the review. Well the poem isn't related to the Amish family tradition. It is based on an incident that took place in Delhi so I wrote on the news report I got. Sir, the theme of Amish is quiet interesting and informative as this is new to me. Thank you.

[angel]

You're welcome. I would be glad to answer any questions you may have, as I know quite a bit about their beliefs and lifestyle.
Glad to meet you, Mary!

[Mary]

Glad to meet you to sir, it's indeed an honour !