Death isn’t as simple…
He was slain, in deep vein, by an enemy of a sort
The pain, will remain, as witness’s step in court
The mother will sob, as does the press will mob
The children were robbed, wives emotions lobbed
The killer is thrilled but his heart milled by what he killed
As he steps to the family, regret is what he’s been filled
The circle of effects, has a depth of mixed opinions
When there’s a death, some say its Satan’s minions
A Mothers’ Loss
Tick-tock, the clock goes with the rhythm of her crying
The shock, has rocked the mother who is now dying
Remembrances of past times, reading nursery rhymes
Hearing the church chimes, with the victim of the crime
Nursing, and cursing, her son throughout his life
Coercing, and dispersing a sense of healthy advice
Forever, bad weather will hang above like a cross
The endeavor of the killer triggers A Mothers’ Loss
A Press’ Gain
Reports to the station, with no patience they move
To tell the nation of the carnation, a reputation to prove
They need the story, with no worries of who they hurt
They strive glory, with Tory politics, words they blurt
Scenarios modified, without confusion, or any debate
Tragedies idolized, a tale fusion, served on a silver plate
The main thing, is to get a story, whether it be sun or rain
The great pain caused by a killer, signifies A Press’ Gain
A Children’s Burden
No more loving kiss goodnight from their beloved father
Their world shattered, brain cells battered why even bother
Paternal guidance missing, eternal subsidence beginning
External morals are shed, a nocturnal life starts spinning
A father’s absence has a great consequence like no other
A bad reputation deemed upon the been, being smothered
Life changing pattern, ranging an effect like it was Verdun
The destruction by a killer, creates a Children’s Burden
A Wives Heart
The man she couldn’t live without, with doubt, slaughtered
A hand she wouldn’t forget about makes her eyes watered
The day she married him, she has been marry all along
The way he carried her, makes this crime even more wrong
The financial problems, worsen as the days keep moving
The substantial sentimental value is an even greater losing
Darts of memories, in her mind, keep tearing her apart
Shards of a convicted killer just break A Wives Heart
A Lives Conclusion
And so with this burial, a killer is pinned with a label
A Wife is unable to put food for her children on the table
A mother remembers her son, and all of their history
A society of deprived emotions press delivers a mystery
A God foresees his people, in their lethal environment
He counts down the years, like he has a time for retirement
The breath of another person taken away, and put to rest
So concludes the shocking tale of “The Effects of a Death”
…As you may think
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Originally Posted by Pakaveli
