Just Desserts Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

May you get your just desserts my friend,
In prison perhaps you will come to your end;
Reap some form of just reward for pain given.
But there is only one true justice...
An eye for an eye is what they say
So I would deem your demise this way:
May you suffer the pain
of the ones you knew best;
hear the screams of your victims
so your soul never rests.
May you share your cube
with the hairy chests
of victims' relatives and
smell that foul wind, where
there’s no hope for an end
to another day in hell,
no fire to consume you
just the same well of pain you caused
and brought upon the innocent.