Another Person Murdered

Another person murdered in some faraway country
It’s kind of sad, but it’s not you.

Another person murdered in the city you live in.
It’s a little sadder, but it’s not you.

Murders happen every day, a thousand daily
all over the world.

It’s terribly sad that though you and I are
not one of the murdered – so far – that we live
in a homicidal world where anyone could be
murdered on any given day intentionally or
randomly.

Even though murders only happen to other
people except you or me, unlike those
you’s or me’s who are buried six feet under
in cemeteries, one day you and me, like
them, could be another of the daily over
1,000 statistics.

Sure it seems doubtful, but as alluded to
in the previous paragraph, it probably seemed
doubtful, and probably impossible,
to all those murdered and dead in their graves.

Bob Boyd

Author: BobBoyd

Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-) View all posts by BobBoyd