Be distrustful of the victim.
The one with a home.
A loving family that comes with a ransom in return.
A bordered home that is stung with bullets.
Abuse from the front with murder in the distance.
A phantom martyr who was the sacrifice of the cause.
The criminal mastermind to which one dwells in the crowd.
No sudden glimpse of a beacon of hope.
For one moment, one second there is still a mistaken dome.
A dome full of grief with nothing but paint.
The paintings of a life, one that was hidden away.
The criminal was the victim of the shattered home.
The prey for the predator was a meal for the unknown.
A resilient smile for the champion at rest.
He walks down the hall with shame in his eyes.
As the bars close behind the guilty, mistreated man, there is no face to hide. A creature, a criminal, a psychotic heir.
Two marks were placed on his twisted hands, one for the victim and one for the dead man.
The name of this writer is Diya Patel. She is a 9th grader who attends SCAPA Lafayette. She is part of the Literary arts program and has been successful in her writing with aspects such as publishing her two short stories on Amazon kindle. She is a fanatic for poetry and writing with deep meaning behind it. Writing is her way to communicate with the world and she lives to share it with the world.