Philosopher's Pen

Dear Doctor, Willy is pathologically greedy I think his is a mental health emergency He needs urgent help or else he will eat his own children In fact he may eat his entire household Community, county and even the whole county Doctor, Willy is a pathological liar He lies everywhere even where bare eyes can see He say there is no one who is emaciated That the death of his brothers was not from malnutrition Yet we know that he ate all the food that could be eaten Doctor, Willy needs urgent help He has turned into a dangerous vermin He eats everything, he eats money, electric wires, railway lines Tar that would be used to make road, People are afraid, will eat them all, all of them to the last one Seriously, Willy is mad He has lost is conscience, he has lost his reason He is a sociopath, psychopath, kleptomaniac and more He has lost his humanity He is an alien, Doctor, Willy is drunk He is drunk and addicted to cold power His morals

She was just a passer by You did not know her name shame Neither did you know from where she came Nor  where she was headed It never bothered your gut when you took your gun and pointed it to her face She was just a passer by You did not know her struggles and her pain or the emptyness she was trying to sate All the same you cocked the gun and without reomorse asked her to drop her purse She was just a passer by Did you even wondered who could be waiting at home or wherever she was going Why he, she or it would be waiting and what it would mean if she never got home What was it that was going on in your mind when you picked her bag and pulled the trigger anyway? She was just a passer by Nothing to you more than a passer by It never crossed your mind that she could be a mother, a wife, a friend, or  the doctor who could save you from your death bed on the day you are cught in the crossfire She was just a passer by whom  you blew like wind out of earth