John F. McCullagh (09/28/1954 / Flushing)
The Murder of Miriam Carey
A distraught mother with her daughter
ventured too close to the flame.
Her erratic driving provoked panic;
The police reaction was insane.
What justification can there be
for gunning down an unarmed foe?
What cause for use of lethal force
When she had nowhere left to go?
By some miracle her child was spared
though 15 bullets pierced their Lexus.
She’s too young to recall this day
or her Mother’s final nexus.
Suicide by cop, most likely,
will be the Media’s diagnosis.
She was not some terrorist-
just a victim of psychosis.
The officer who gunned her down-
And saw her body at his feet-
Might not like his mirror much,
Might need medicines to sleep
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