the wires then snapped
that was the language
blood surging into his brain
just like an automaton
that missile he propelled
it hit the bull's eye
the blood gushed out
disbelief took centre stage
the waves of anger remained
it was bound to happen
the thoughts gnawed his mind
like a family of sewer rats
the many men taking turns
endless trips into her bedroom
the knowledge gave him a back hander
sending him reeling into confusion
the feelings of deep resentment
sobering thoughts of reality
the dead boy had said it
telling him of his source of bread
of where the khaki uniform came from
telling him what he already knew
the source of his deep resentment
the wires instantly snapped
a few convulsions and it was over
they say the verdict is yours
the numerous trips into her bedroom
the rustling of notes and jingling of coins
the curiosity that led him to the key hole
the growing befuddled mind
those feelings of self pity
that knot of anger in the mind
sit in the high chair and judge
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