He wrote the most beautiful poetry,
But he murdered two innocent people.
Hard to understand those two sides of him,
One side that understandably negated his poetic skills,
Skills that mean nothing to the families of
Those two innocent men he killed.
One a young sales guy in a store he robbed. The other a prison guard.
Nor were all the years he spent in prison enough
To atone for those lives he took away from those bereaved families
Now that he’s dead and writes poetry no more
Two families are relieved a murderer is also no more.
Bob Boyd