The Best Killer
There’s the cold, rigidly unemotional gun,
Sleeping invitingly on the dresser.
Or there’s the blade, the shining killer of a blade,
Wanting to be the aggressor.
Or the arrow with the black deadly bow,
Hanging proudly in front of the bar.
Or the tasteless, deadly homemade poison additive,
Silently waiting in the jar.
But the best killer, the best stop, block, resist
And fight of your emotional crime?
It’s knowledge and understanding your own thoughts
In the solitude of your private mind.
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