You Can't Kill A Killer

By Samiksha Deshpande

You can’t kill a killer.

This isn’t a lie.

You can’t kill a killer.

Let me show you, by and by.

You can’t kill a killer,

Said my mother once.

So she had her insides out,

Done by her own guns.

You can’t kill a killer,

My father said one night.

And he didn’t wake up,

To see another day’s light.

You can’t kill a killer,

My sister said out loud.

The world did surely weep,

As she donned her solemn shroud.

You can’t kill a killer,

Said our ageing maid.

She lost her head one morning,

A bloody price she paid.

You can’t kill a killer,

Said my brother, full of wine.

And then he went flailing,

Straight into a deep ravine.

You can’t kill a killer,

My valet said to me.

He never dressed me again,

For he was stung by a lethal bee.

You can’t kill a killer,

Sang my nephew after class.

T’was the last tune he sang,

For then his throat was ripped by glass.

You can’t kill a killer,

I say, it ain’t a lie.

I turn to bed in peace,

With nothing to go awry.

You can’t kill a killer.

The saying’s but a joke.

I’d have the last laugh,

If I weren’t held in a choke.

By Samiksha Deshpande