His eyes revealing guilt, shame, anger and fear
Do I detect in the corner of his eye a drop of tear?
Why, I ask him – did he have any heart at all?
He hangs his head in shame, avoiding my eyes and staring at the wall.
I think of the little angel whose life was so cruelly cut short
And her mother whose depth of agony I cannot begin to fathom.
Tightening the grip with my finger
I resist the uncontrollable urge to pull the trigger.
An eye for an eye makes the world go blind
But isn’t turning the other cheek on such a cruel act out of your mind?
My blood boils as I want to finish this monster with the gun armed and ready
When I hear a sweet little voice from behind crying, Daddy!
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