Murderous Poem by Ruerd Visser

I murdered the inocent
to avoid pleating guilty.
Stood smirking at it´s grave,
pretending it didn´t matter
to me.
Murderously good at it
i went on.
Yet there´s only a mirror
held in front of you.
Oh break her into thousands
of pieces, wound yourself
in the process.
Nobody can be blamed
for that, nor that you didn´t
like what you saw.
But even when you erase
all your tracks,
disappear covered with wounds.
We still love one another,
for one reason:
Everything else is already gone.

Written in memory of the live of Theo van Gogh,
who was murdered for trampling on anyone
whom he did´ not aprovve of.
And that where quite a lot.
So let us remember that we all mirror eachothers
lives, wheter we like what we see or not.