rubble remains

a man wants to end his life
but that is not enough
he wants to take those he hates down with him
by any means necessary

"i'll blow up our home"
he thinks to himself
"i'll make her pay"

insane

the rich should be punished for how ungrateful
they can be
how out of touch with the big picture
they so easily become

the hard-working
the believers
would never dream of the selfish destruction
that dr. boom employed

and still the man lives
screaming
"HELP!" "HELP!'
below thirty feet of rubble

the whole world crashed down upon him

and the question remains
freedom
jail
psychiatry
a slap on the wrist

bizarre
and
terrible
at the same time

"i'll blow up our home"
put another scar on the face of new york city
"i'll make her pay"

injustice
breeds
injustice
in this sad, confusing world