I'm sorry, but I felt a need to write a longer pentameter today. It carried my feelings.
Today is bliss for me, while mothers grieve.
It's twenty years since Carl and I got hitched,
but seventeen since hate killed innocence.
And I would give my bliss to soothe one mom
of children killed by Timothy's Mc-bomb.
So writers dip your pens in awful truth,
For fiction rips apart the veil of crime
to show the motivations ... sick, sublime.
And we can help the world to understand
what interactions lead a killer's hand.