Death of a Killer

How is it you lie so peaceful,

Laying in the lilies as if you belong?

So quiet, so somber,

The weeping of the widowed mother

All the sound that shall be heard.

A remarkable young man,

King, truth-seeking, and loving

Who death took so premature.

Yet, I, only I, know who you really were.

You stole. 

A thief, of the worst kind,

Stealing human lives.

Cold and precise,

You write down their death,

Signing with your flawless hand.

Yet still you smile,

There among your white lilies.

Oh, how I still love you.

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Intriguing little poem... it brings to question why we can love people who are bad for us.