Cold, bittter wind hits your face,
A body murdered, left is no trace,
A needle protruded from her eye,
Blankly staring at the sky.
Long blond hair matted with blood
Fingernails full of wetted mud,
Dogs barking from down the street,
Children hopping with their treat.
Looking around you see the life,
Looking down you spot the knife,
Welts and bruises around her throat,
Along the ground lies her coat.
Sadness swells within your heart,
Wisdom of death makes you smart,
Revenge is determination in your stance,
This woman, murdered, had no chance.
Her family is overwhelmed with grief,
Her children's faces fill with disbelief,
Her husband is consumed with anger,
The killer's life is now in danger.
by: Charlene Longwe
About this poem
I just wanted to explain to some what this poem is about, just in case you didn't understand it. A investigator investigated the death of a beautiful young woman murdered in a park. As he/she looks down at the woman, he/she notices tiny details. They compare it to the life around them. It is unbelieveable that this happened it a nice neibhorhood and it is...sad. Well anyway, I can't really explain it that well. But I thought the ending was ironic and funny. The husband ends up killing the killer. lol haha.