a story of  a murderer

Mother.
Can you buy me a pistol
so I can shoot down
every people that I hate?
Specially that man
who thinks that
this entire landscape
is a big trash can,
and he can just simply
drop his candy wrapper
anywhere.
I'll shoot him down
while he listens
to his mindless
pop songs, and
as he blabbers to his
friends about
how his father is so skillful
in stealing money
from the government.

After that, I'll kill that guy
wearing no shirt,
for he never cared about sending
his kids to school.
I'll shoot him down as he
lights up a cigar,
while he watches Kris on TV
and non sense telenovelas.

Then in point blank range,
is that politician
who gives false promises
to the people.
Straight to his heart,
where his hidden desires
pump with his blood.
I don't give a damn
about his head - it's empty.

And also that friar,
who wants a stop to contraceptives,
and encourages people to reproduce-
even knowing that this people have
nothing to feed
their babies but cheap
fish crackers on top of their rice.

Never to forget
that notorious policeman,
guarding that corrupted
public official who
loves to take home our taxes-
so his daughter can party all night
and get laid.
How I wish I can bring them down
with a single shot.

Oh mother, I just have
so many people on my list.
Can you buy me a Thompson
instead?