I know you are not programm'd to miss me, But I still consider you a God's treat. Part of your memories shall remain sweet, As I enjoy poem, coffee, and tea. So why did you take all I have for life, Away from where it was really needed. Plus what I most beloved and pleaded, Aided by some one your poisoned knife. Serpents did much better than you and he, The crime against me dries ocean and sea. But when ever I am in dream and sleep, You come to visit and drive me to weep. Thus ordained by fate I accept it. Thus done by you and him I reject it.