You Killed My Sister

One terrible night you decided to drink and drive. You hit my sister head on and she didn't survive. That liberal judge only gave you a slap on the wrist. But now I'm going to kill you because I'm pissed. You are a monster, you didn't feel any remorse at all. I just fired my shotgun and your brains are on the wall. Now it's my turn not to be remorseful, in fact I feel pretty good. I would gladly kill you again if I could. Because of people like you, hundreds of thousands of people are dead. And because of people like you, many more won't have a future ahead. (This poem is fictional but sadly, drunk driving fatalities are real.)