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Poetry from within
   

KILLER’S HAND




I’ve tried so hard to understand



The thoughts behind a killer’s hand



How a young boy filled with hate



Can murder, maim - not hesitate



To kill his classmates, teacher, friends



With no remorse for how it ends



And we, society, have no shame



By saying that we’re not to blame



The shops we use to buy our bread



Also sell the rifles - “lead”



Enough to fight a minor war



“But surely that’s what shops are for!”



Society says, “We’ll carry on”



Then sheds false tears for those who’ve gone

Don Holmes