And so you conclude that what sits before you
is the mind-impoverished account of a story lacking
the substance of human attributes of empathy for others
the substance of a yarn wormed out of the mind of
a misanthrope fixed in the mindset of expecting
nothing less than the details writ large of human failure
and the frailty of justice and nothing more than a destiny
whose beginning was lost in the mists of time still
unfolding, rancid and pulsating with hatred.
The sketch outlining an event in the City of Lights
where lived an elderly woman and nearby a young man
given to snarling sinister threats against another dweller
of an apartment complex. She shrinking in fear
expressing doubts of her security to police until
one fateful day the man stormed her home, tortured
his victim then threw her from her balcony to
the welcoming arms of the Angel of Death. Perhaps
the author of this tale is merely misunderstood
there is sympathy after all and no punishment for
murder to be meted out by the state finding no
responsibility for murder after all for under the influence
of narcotics he knew not what he did, and the evil
that gnawed at his grieving soul of unbiased faith
was rage against that universal symbol of suspicion
in the guise of a frail old woman of Jewish birth.
He merely, said the court "voluntarily ended the life"
of the defenceless woman ... Allahu Akbar! A most
unfortunate affair of drug-induced "acute delirium".
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