What is it makes you want to kill?
Do you feel important
when another’s blood you spill?
Do you have no feeling for
their families at all,
or will you kill unnumbered more?
When you take your own sick life,
why? What made you so
confused and bitter, filled with strife?
They say God makes no errors
and he created you,
the monster of all terrors.
But mental illness has no bounds;
we all share some, it seems,
yet yours has crueler grounds.
How can we find the hidden hate
in someone’s precious son,
before he’s lost to murder’s fate?
Jean, at 80, has been writing poems since she was 18. For 25 years she published a popular poetry quarterly of up to 100 pages, with a subscribership of nearly 500. Illness in 1986 ended the magazine. She currently publishes, by email, a 2-page monthly of clean humor. Contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org.