In a dark room sits alone a man woken by the sounds of an unknown intruder,
Scared and nervous he got out of bed, without attaching his artificial legs
Slowing approaching the bathroom door where surely stood the persecutor
3 shots fired from his 9mm gun as he yelled to his wife to dial 911, but he should have realized sooner
His wife did not answer, she did not run to his aid, she never said a word, she never even murmured
The man shaking by what he had done opens the door to see this evildoer
Petrified by the site he collapsed on the floor, for there laid his wife cover in blood, he was the wrongdoer
He was the shooter he was to blame for his wife’s death nothing could be truer
The police arrived and took the man away as he was in a state of stupor
“I only wanted to protect my wife, I am no murderer” he told the interviewer
But the sin had been committed, oh what lays in this poor man’s