Friday, February 4, 2022

No Justice for the Butcher

A grieving father addressed the damned
Look me in the eyes, like any other man
You plead guilty, for some terrible things
You killed my child, then stole my dreams
If you think time in jail, will keep you safe
You don't understand, I know how to chase
You will never breathe free air, never again
I will find you, the world know your name
I'll kill you, and refuse to let you dream again

My poem is fiction, but the killer was real.