Bright blue is the afternoon
when the farmer goes home
and where he parks at the homestead
everything is different from what he does expect.
The two dogs lie dead in puddles of blood
and confused he does run in, are preoccupied,
in haste he drops some of the things that he does carry,
when his search for his sweetheart wife begins.
Bringing him to vomit she lies streched open,
naked, raped and murdered.
Despair does go through him,
when he does loose his head,
the black robbers are gone; the police are in disarray,
and nothing of him is right, life is bleak and hard as rock.
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