He has a rope

He has a rope around his neck
And a gun at his head 
His eyes protrude like fish eyes
And his hair a ginger gold 
He who hath bacteria 
Flitters about 
He who hath an edict 
Some sort of message 
That this is
The day 
He who hath a gun
A rampage in mind 
Years of
Unspoken tears
A grievance 
He who hath 
All
Of the above 
Hand on gun
And anger rage 
Sniffing 
Seeking 
Shooting 
As he who 
Looks  for 
Blood
KILLS

He has a rope around his neck
and a gun at his head