Killing Time - Poem by Born Frustrated
I've got nothing to do
On my tv,
Violent actions race across my screen
A world of hate is all I see when
Staring at the rise in murder rate
Is all hope lost to everyone?
Another victim lies in pain
A serial killer waits for fame
Have we all gone insane?
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