Haiku—Adam Lanza: Newtown, CT, 12/14/12

Awkward, bright, friendless,
Seething, seething his whole life.
Now let others seethe.

That six year old child
Adam shot eleven times—
Did he shed one tear?

Kill defending god;
For revenge; some righteous cause.
Kill for attention?

No matter the cause,
Rage is rage. They are normal;
I’m not. We all die!

He shot his mother,
Twenty children and himself,
To export his pain.
(12/16/12)

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