Hindsight
He thought to himself
If I could go back, I’d tell
No one, not even the police, that I’d
Driven by and shot him with ease,
Silence, would be my clutch, so
I wouldn’t be judged
Guilty, nor lambasted like that, by
Hypocrites in mass, for killing a
Toddler thug, with candy bar drugs
Copyright © Black Eyed Susan | Year Posted 2012
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