You stand there by the side
white picket fence chemical grass miniature
dog
and say, "what a great doctor or soldier"
parading past in his suit or uniform
"and what a great job we did all of us working together"
and what a great job you did
the parade continues past the houses while the families stand picture-posed
in front
and the outcast son sits in the basement
The sun shines upon the chosen people who feel good doing good
the boy plans their deaths
ice cream in vanilla is the day's reward to pad the flabby and content
bellies
but when it is sprayed with red, the sun
does not stop
the day is as before only short a few parasites
the earth does not care
And everyone weeps "how could this tragedy happen?"
they do not know
It is analyzed and prostituted in the media and they come to their
answers
they still do not know
"The boy was unbalanced chemicals chromosomes genes and killing
animals"
it was our fault
"Defective boys kill for reasons that normal people do not have"
we killed them.