The Demand Poem by Shaun Cronick

I'm calling you on a very secure line,
Your problem last night I did coldly remove.
She died among so many more innocents,
Of my methods you would never disapprove.

They died as if the work of a serial killer,
The true target blended in with many another.
Keeps the cops guessing and sorry to inform you,
One that I murdered was your very own mother.

But I still demand my remaining payment,
After this sadness you're now going through.
If not I will simply murder your wife,
And after her I will easily come after you.