Face so swollen with great tears unshed

Blinded eyes and nose so raw and red.

It is not hard to spot the grieving spouse

He shudders as he enters his own house

Abse:s wife was killed by a mad car

But being murdered seems the worst by far

Drunken drivers maim and kill like guns

The victims maybe random but are  damned.

A crazy lover sees the world too near

Then he wants to kill, to still his fear

Blind Agave  murdered her own son

Then she clearly thought that she had won.

When the madness goes, the truth will bite

Then on their own self they turn the knife