Red Flower
Clouds are on the run;
Behind them, messy dust.
Under rain, in a corner,
Sits the red flower.
Almost leans against walls;
By itself, Motionless...
It speaks, though silent:
"Here was the stage! "
"With white van, driver
Meant to kill; mostly girls."
Police hacked CPU, discovered
YouTube and emails showed secrets:
"He is the victim of Internet."
"Was passive insider and loner,
With only one friend; Computer! "
His school and teachers
Not father, nor mother;
Neither were the neighbors!
His master in distance, silhouette,
Closed were his drapes to people!
He was shy; in himself
Could not find partner…
Therefore, he hated girls.
His cure, the judge says:
"Is life in prison…"
I oppose to judgment; stand firm:
"Problem as I see
Is the way that we live,
Internet on cellphone and at home."
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