Letter To a Murderer

LETTER TO A MURDERER

From which potter shaped your clay?
What state of character was the womb that spitted out your reality?
Can you taste the sorrows of gun powder?
You snore upon your bed chamber in nightmare weep,
And there goes your red eye from brutal sleep.
The blood of tiny children screams inside your brain
And you hide madness inside the room of your medulla, cerebrum and cerebellum.
Leaving bloody footsteps on your tongue,
The bitter taste for your tomorrow.
How long you think it will take for a bracelet to crown your wrist?
Separating souls from their body is no easy task,
If you were seeking medication on your behalf, you should have asked.