The Murderers Among Us Poem by Roy Blokker

The murderers among us
Are simple folk
Driven by the bottom line.
Their motto is
If not me, then someone else.
They manufacture cigarettes
Knowing;
They make weapons
Knowing;
They frack the earth
And tout the glories of finite
Fluids
Knowing;
They pay for sex in squalid places,
Taking their pleasure from
The bodies of slaves,
Knowing;
They invent enemies
In the mirror
And walk, heads bent
In houses of delusion
With cramped knees
Well slept:
If not me, someone.
The murderers among us
Keep their silence
Under lock and key
With their specie and their
Ammunition.
They do not regret like unicorns,
They only mourn lost sales.