Margaret's Injection

Love is our large concern

But that's become difficult to share.

She cannot open her eyes

They've been glued by greed.



I'm not in the habit of hurting a person

Never relished violence

But Margaret it's time for your injection.



Should I fetch a priest and gun?

Her trip is now beginning

She dies unloved.



She'll never be forgotten she made sure of that

Selling back to people what they'd already got.



I wish I missed you more not never a wound to heal.

I wish I'd hurt you more pain is your just reward.

I wish I'd killed you more pain is your just reward.



Time is now mine to kill.

Her corpse is now threatening to smell.

I watch her blood congeal just skin and bones.



She'll never be forgotten we'll paint on her grave

And take from her kind any love that they'd made.