Murderer in Disguise

One poor, undeveloped soul

Having no control over their life

Until they emerge from their hole

Unless they’re stopped by the wife

Wanting to enter the world so much

But sometimes not getting the chance

All because of a selfish sharp touch

Wishing death to the helpless stance

Ending a life without any care

A murderer in pure disguise

A killer of the crying and the bare

Who greatly deserves real demise

She never hears the cry of the poor

Worshipping only the false savior