posted on Jul, 31 2016 @ 03:51 PM
That sound you heard was silence,
It happened because of violence,
Over something so mundane,
Caused by evil to go insane;
A gun was used in one case,
A knife was used in another,
In both instances the result was the same,
The death was someones mother;
The police were called by 911,
Too late though to save anyone,
The coroner was dispatched to claim the dead,
No witnesses could help, it was useless they said;
Such a shame that life is so fragile,
The killers themselves were so agile,
No remorse for either of course,
Needle in a haystack looking for the source;
Cold cases come, cold cases go,
Detectives follow leads that show,
Taking them in many directions,
Filling them with misconceptions;
In the box they end up in a pile,
Someone uses them to create a file,
There they will sit for an unknown time,
Turning to dust and covered with slime;
No justice will be served to the dead or living,
Tears of sorrow will continue giving,
Somewhere killers walk free,
Hiding from eyes that will never see;
In a perfect world this would not be the end,
Karma herself would lend a hand,
Finding the way to save the day,
Cornering the suspects and lay down a play;
What could she do that would even the score,
Show them the devils welcome and push open door,
Never seen again to fell another,
Rest in peace someones mother.