Fictional poem loosely based on a true story.

Who'll weep for you when your'e buried in the ground?
Vengeance will come, but you will not hear a sound.

You claim you want forgiveness.
You're just sorry you were caught.
Tell your dream team gang of lawyers
That your freedom can't be bought.

You killed my precious daughter
And then shot my only son.
You raped and cut my wife up,
But they caught you on the run.

I wait inside this airport
With the camera crews and cops.
Your plane will soon be landing
And your heart my gun will stop.

You swear the voices made you.
I'll do this of my free will.
I see your face emerging.
For my loves, I shoot to kill.

My jury hears my story,
And they sympathize with me.
The judge says they must jail me,
But my jurors set me free.

Who'll weep for you when you're buried in the ground?
Vengeance will come, but you will not hear a sound.

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