Heartbroken-A Scene from Hell


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His world was in turmoil,


He was not getting the breaks,


It was easy to blame others,


When his life was at stake,




The pressure was on him,


To try harder or give in,


And escape those safe walls,


That he’d built within,




His environment prepared him,


It whetted his appetite for blood,


He learned to hate,


Things that weren’t understood,




Physically and mentally,


He wanted an enemy to destroy,


And he searched diligently,


For his skills to employ,




He needed a thrill,


He decided to shoot and kill,




He connected with new friends,


Who disdained boundaries and borders,


He roamed the internet daily.


And dreamed of a new world order,




Disturbed by foreigners who came,


Seeking peace and a brand new start,


Into the land of opportunity,


Each visitor ready to do his part,




Some were dressed differently,


And different languages were spoken,


But to him, they were invaders,


The immigration system was broken,




He knew how to kill,


And he wanted a thrill,






He blended right in,


He was a neighbor but no one’s friend,


If he turned on unsuspecting people,


The population could be thinned,




He was ready to protect the country,


It was the latest trend,


He believed aliens were terrorists,


Ready to strike from within,




Into the air he shook his fist,


He didn’t understand,


That he might be the terrorist,


Who would stir terror across the land,




If his plan worked well,


It would be a scene out of hell,


He was cold and analytical,


As the final moment fell,






He would have liked to confide,


But he listened to the voice inside,


He rushed into the room,


Prepared to meet his doom,




A shot echoed from wall to wall,


He stumbled and fell,


A bullet from a policeman’s gun,


Erased his intent and broke the spell,,




There was little time for a warning,


The policeman acted on a hunch,


Within moments a crowd grew,


And they were an angry bunch,




“Police brutality!” they shouted,


“The young man didn’t have a chance,


He hadn’t harmed anyone,


We saw that at a glance.”




The young man’s weapons were loaded,


The bullets were real and live,


It was obvious if he had started,


Few would have survived,




The crowd refused to listen,


After he showed them the guns,


They stubbornly insisted,


“He didn’t shoot anyone,”




Labels of victim, martyr, innocent man,


Were quickly applied,


Stories were widespread,


Saying the policeman would be tried,




The policeman could see,


He was in a real fix,


But he’d rather be sued by a few,


Than carried out by six,




There was quite a commotion,


Until notes were found,


That explained the young man’s intent,


To put dozens in the ground,


The policeman was declared a hero,


By the mayor of the town,


But there were scores more,


Who greeted him with a frown,




Outside the sun was shining,


On the policeman’s ceremonial day,


But another young man lay buried,


In a grave not far away,




A slaughter had been aborted,


A man’s plans exposed by his mother,


The policeman was heartbroken, too,


Because he shot and killed his brother.














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