A Murderer’s Justification

The fire in his eyes
Suddenly turned to mere ash
The rage took a turn

The chain in his hands,
The truth nobody cares to
Listen to right now

Running through winter
In his head, his legs won’t move
Even a little.

Blood on his clean hands
A thousand year old moon light
The promise he made

He won’t stand any
Harm raised against a woman
Talk more his own blood.

Victor Oyedele