Its the only possible solution.
all her lies building up.
there comes a time when
they must crumble to the ground.
Justice is what i want.
killing her is the need inside me.
her blood must be spilled.
its the only way to solve this suffering.
Justice must be made.
no more hate, no more lies
never having to stalk when its
just her lifeless body.
eyes staring up, all color gone.
body gone cold, life took from her.
blood soaking her once clean clothes.
knife plunged deep where her heart once was.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Justice as murder in cold blood well depicted in the poem. A horrible story nicely penned. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.