We all mourn
"He's guilty."
They tell me; I agree.
He broke commandment and murdered.
He had gun and stood, bang-bang-bang aimlessly.
Some look at, the surface
They see gun, covered face
I see deep and the depth of basement
Where, there is an album "Who met who, its result."
"I cry for victims."
The gunman's mother says.
That comment by itself is question
"Who is she, what is done, why the son has rebelled? "
Part of guilt I see hers
And the man's, who fathered
And the ways of nurture and nurtured
Yes I see the devil at ocean's dark and cold; , its seabed.
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