Torn sheets
Shattered plates
Tearstained mirror
Bloodstained rug
Crying mother
Stilled child
Angry father
Smoking gun
Sirens wail
Grieving screams
Handcuffs click
No remorse
Sparking chair
Lethal drops
Stone face
Heart stops
Crying mother, stilled child
Have been together all the while
Red faced mother
Pale faced boy
In his hands
Clutched a small toy
Lowered down into the hole, but woe
Back with father he soon shall go
Red faced mother
Trudging home
To swallow the pills.
Boy won't face father alone.
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