Words come at odd moments and often, when something seems incomprehensible to me, they come in the form of poetry. These are my words as I see incomprehensible acts serving no valuable purpose whatsoever and wonder how a mind can be so programmed or programme itself to perform such atrocities:
Assassin
Let him make
but one mistake
and his feet will
fall from under him.
A cruel hand
dealt to one
or many, sourced
by evil thought
and malintention.
A coward's voice
demands a coward's
action.
No hero, nor
marytr's badge
awarded here
Only grief
and sorrow of
innocents
for the innocent
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