Massacre In The Mall Poem by John Zxj

one day, on wednesday,
nothing strange, nothing unusual
hustle and bustle
habitual shoppers crowded on the go
in the Westroads Mall
a crazy bozo suddenly carried rifle on his hold
shooting at the folks he don't know
the sound of gun echoed

It was two o'clock
several people got shot
to those did not
It's a great shock

why so
oh, no
unbelievable
why did such greatest mall
suddenly become a inferno
why could man be so homicidal

Look at the photo the police showed
he was tall and a himbo
but now a hobo
with no job and his girl go
a blow to ego
turn help to alcohol
accused by the court
life he undergo
was so awful
crack down like domino
wanna tolerate no more
so he lost hope and out of skull

left behind a suicide note
' I will be well-known'
and then took life of his own
saying cheerio
to this world

police got stuck in trouble
handling a state full shooting criminals
how to tackle such hot potato
how to relieve those unrest souls

the old story has been told and told
the same miserable, equal abysmal
to varied people, different souls
some become folk heroes
above their head are halos
some become primo maestro
graceful cadences flow and flow
while others total zeros
barely foes to the globe