Hate is such an emotion strong
sane men could lose their sight
in darkness then crimes commit
and feel elated, never contrite
When their morbid fever abates,
do they even recollect I wonder?
in the aftermath do they shed any tears?
or merely gloat over lives they plundered?
The fragility of life we rue
a gift that’s precious and so rare
with a bullet to steal innocent souls
Oh we curse these men impaired!