Gentleman

 

He seemed to be a gentleman

As he slowly killed his wife.

He seemed to be a gentleman,

But he drained her daily of life.

 

He seemed to be a gentleman,

But he hadn’t time to hear her.

He seemed to be a gentleman,

But his TV was a deter.

 

He seemed to be a gentleman.

She’d served his food on a tray.

He seemed to be a gentleman,

As he waved her out of the way.

 

He seemed to be a gentleman,

But he never even noticed.

He seemed to be a gentleman,

She had never been his focus.

 

He seemed to be a gentleman,

And when she took the gun in hand—

He seemed to be a gentleman,

She knew no one would understand.

 

 

 

By Shannon McCaslin-Nolen