An Unpunishable Act

Murder: The unlawful premeditated killing;
Punishable to the fullest extent of the law.
It's something I did, and I was so willing.
Robbing a life, using my hand-the devil's claw

I rose my hand up smoothly gliding it through the air
Grasping the murder weapon tightly.
Looking around, people had gathered to this social affair.
Letting me start my game, they stood silent, politely.

Bam! The weapon punctured the victim.
Bam! I hit him again, for he was still moving.
Bam! Inhabilitating him-must restrict him.
Bam! Another hit had no one disapproving.

I looked down at the mess I had made:
Blood marked where this heinous act took place,
Limbs separated-a body no longer recognizable to even claim.
A life had just been taken, but nobody was even enraged!

This murder is an interesting one. I'm afraid
There will be no arrest, no trial, and no conviction.
There will be no funeral, no mourning, and no respect paid.
And soon, there will be no memory of this infliction.

Why? For I had only killed a fly.

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