The job is done, the murder weapon stashed;
A beautiful young woman bashed and slashed.
The killer and his partners listen intently,
Moved to inaction by a simple song
A woman sings with soft intensity,
As if her passion could efface a wrong
Perpetrated with mountainous cruelty.
Will speechless bystanders be sufficient
To subdue the heartless secret agent?
The song is over, yet they hesitate.
Three observers, representing the State,
All alike, unblinkingly accuse us
Of the action's unconscionable causes.
There is much more for us to do than wait.
