He’s a murderer,
That man there,
The scary one,
With the greasy hair.
He killed his children,
He killed his wife,
All for money,
He took their life.
Now to him,
Killing is just a game,
He does it for fun,
He has no shame.
He doesn't care,
About the families he affects,
He kills anyone and everyone,
Even people he's never met.
I feel sad and sorry,
For people like him,
He's addicted to money,
And murdering.
Soon I will,
Have to tell the police,
About the man I once trusted,
Even called my family.
I will have to tell them,
All he has done,
His evil plans,
How he fired the gun.
He will be arrested,
Sentenced to life,
But still none of this,
Will bring back his wife.
This man here,
He deserves to suffer,
We cannot let him,
Kill another.
Families will mourn,
In great pain,
Knowing he is locked up,
Is all they will gain.
All we can hope,
Is that families will stay strong,
Not break under pressure,
They need to just carry on.
Because if they cry endlessly,
Or fall into a pit of despair,
The murderer will have won again,
And that is just not fair.
We need to teach this 'man' a lesson,
Wipe his face of that smug grin,
Because after all he is a murderer,
And murderers should never win.
