He Didn’t Own a Teddy-Bear

inuni on Jul 17, 2009

A young girl kills her friends by accident while playing with her father’s gun.

The guards assigned his kid a room;

To watch her play around the tomb.

A kid of twelve, this play-pen won;

Until her age is twenty-one.

They stared as she aligned her cot;

And pulled apart the mattress rot.

It seemed missplaced; one act in there;

When she unwrapped a teddy-bear.

A pleasant smile became her face;

With her teddy-bear in full embrace.

she looked as sweet as any kid.

The crime inside herself was hid.

They locked her up cause her daddy’s toys;

Took the life of friendly boys,

When Her only play was chance and dare,

Because, he didn’t own a teddy-bear.

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Comments (3)

sandie on Jul 17, 2009
what a sad poem, good one.
tenderpoison on Jul 17, 2009
disturbing theme, but it happens. I like the way you’ve presented it…it questions where the responsibility should really lie.
serowa on Jul 17, 2009
Interesting, but I wonder whether she had the mens rea to be convicted of the crime. What a tragedy for “daddy’s toy”.

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