I watched a documentary reconstructing the facts given by key witness and family member Linda and found it so blood curdling.
Linda you were ruined that night
when you heard five people lose their life
You heard then saw it all
Sharon clutched her belly on the floor
she begged for her baby in her womb
That concave shell became it’s tomb
Her ex-boyfriend tried in vain
to protect her but was stabbed again and again
Fifty-one time to be precise
you got to look into his eyes
There was a dead man
who had done all he can
Those Manson killers took great delight
ending five innocent lives that night
The day after, still no remorse
as they went about their reckless cause
Two more lambs to the slaughter
you turned witness, fearing for you and your daughter
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