All over the radiosPeople hear the same words
"A crazed man has escaped.
Even if you lock your doors,
Even if you lock your windows,
You still will not be safe.
For this man,
This crazy lunatic man,
Has a way of hurting you
Much more hurt than killing you.
This man,
This crazy lunatic man
Will attack who you hold near and dear.
He will steal your spouse
Your children
And take them with him.
Some will come back
With their heads held high
Because for some reason
They liked the cruel torture
From this man,
This crazy lunatic man.
As well as 'proud',
These few will also be different.
Changed.
When they come back home
Their parents will whisper in the silent night,
'If only I protected my child from this horror.
From this man.
This crazy lunatic man.'
The ones that don't come back,
Those are the largest numbers.
That man,
That crazy lunatic man,
Killed them himself.
He took a knife and slashed out their heart.
He took a gun and aimed for their head.
He took a bow and arrow
But wasn't William Tell.
When they come back home
Their stiff, lifeless bodies in crude boxes
Their parents will whisper into the silent night,
'If only I protected my child from this horror.
If only someone had caught
This man
This crazy lunatic man.'"
Radios all around the world shut off.
Now terrified, families try to fall asleep.
Deep into the night
A man
A crazy lunatic man
Visits each household
Taking who he wants
Killing who he wants
Because he thinks he can.

I first wrote this in reference to an actual man, but, like many of my pieces, I like to leave the subject up to those who read it. You can invision a man, war, whatever else. And it all stands correct.