When reality is too real

They killed him

They hacked and mutilated him

They did not care that he was someone’s son or brother

That he was loved and treasured

They did not care about the gap they would create

Or the pain they would cause

Or the young life they would snuff out.

But they lifted the machete

And brought it down on my brothers head

Twice

They spilled his brains out

And kicked him in the teeth

And broke his fingers

And broke his ribs

And dislocated his jaw

And slashed the rest of his body

They forgot he was a human being

His life was only worth the little money he had

The mutilated him for money

They did not think that he had dreams and plans

They did not know of the plans others had for him

Or the love they felt for him

I wonder if they heard his screams

And his pain as they tortured him

I wonder if they felt anything as they watched him

Lying there in a pool of his blood

In pain

I wonder what they felt or thought as

He lay there for hours, dying.

I wonder if they knew the torment they would cause

I will probably never know who they are

And they will probably get away with it.