A coldness fills me when I read the news Victims of crime Broken and confused Toddlers stolen away by their mothers The insanity of this life Leaves me battered and bruised Evil is a man made concept A word used to describe Cruelty That lacks any sense Life goes on Some may say If this is life? I don't want it 'any way' Fate is discoloured and altered by hate Who decides who lives and who dies or who stays Our earth bound cultures are in quite a state What memories and compulsions tempered her feelings To murder her son,was his life worth stealing Remind her of the heinous intent In front of the cameras Upset and distant The truth is hidden Her small son dead For all of that she appeared Polished and pressed Some might say That she was pained The trigger once pulled Could never be restrained No matter what you will believe To kill a child Is the worst of crimes Illness may explain a little No matter 'mummy' Let us not belit
