A Murderer’s Justification

Mistakes happen fast,
One is stones, slipping off slings,d
While you are hunting.

Best friends since childhood;
It was norm to hunt for birds
And lizards and fish.

That day we hunted
The same way we did since five
With traps and stoned slings.

With one bird in hand,
We went for two in the bush,
Aiming and slinging.

A slip of my hand,
The stone to my best friend’s head.
He fell and he died.

Younglan Louis