Sunday, March 29, 2009
Crime out of control in SA
You died violently in the streets of the City,
You were driving in your car and got hijacked.
Your assailants wasted you with a bullet through the temple.
Your mortal soul left your body in a flash!
As you lay on the ground,
People flocked all around.
Out of curiosity and despair,
Lifeless you lay there!
Then came the cops to do their thing;
Photographers and a mortuary van they bring.
Because you are dead they stand aside,
For in a mortuary van you'll ride!
To the morgue you go,
For a Post Mortem to show;
Which bullet caused the fatal blow.
For only the trained pathologist will know!
Copyright ©2000 William Ernest Cox