Murdering Kind

by rachel   Dec 29, 2004


He was killed in the subway
the police found him dead
the sad thing though
was the killer cut off his head
She was murdered mid-day
with everything to lose
her kids at home
she didn't get to choose
A young man was found
a pillow over his face
sorry to say
his killer left no trace
She, an old lady
with a fat purse
killed for her money
death was the curse
These deaths
on the news and you start to cry
thinking to yourself
why'd they have to die?
A baby yet to be born
murdered without a pleading voice
the mother just stated
I'm for pro-choice
They had the killer then
yet no one was torn,
torn for that baby
who was never to be born
All the others were murder
but this is ok
killing a baby's life
people do it every day
if you kill that baby
hold this tidbit in your mind
you've just become the murdering kind

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