SNIPER'S REMAINS

I try to comprehend
The unknown horror makes me wonder
Of loves lost in random cadence
I sit in sorrow, fears to ponder

An assassin with no heart
I try to understand in vain
Rubbish, sludge, silt and worms
Must be all he has for brains

A sharp pain within my gut
Aches for those in fear
Tears flow heavy down my cheek
For those lost loves so dear

When will this nightmare end
The worst of horrors it seems
This low life must be caught
And return to us our dreams

©Copyright October 23, 2002 by Fred B. Baker, II

For the folks around Washington, D.C. when the beltway sniper was at large, it was a terrible time.