You tell me my aspiration is dead so I search for the murderer: 

 

It was the supervisor at the office Christmas party with the sixth whiskey glass   

It was the employee of the month on the commuter train with the third rail  

It was the CEO in the hospice center with the ringing cellphone  

It was the homeless woman at the shelter desk with the minimum wage   

It was the entrepreneur at the free pizza hour with the raise denial

It was the retiree in the job center with the student loan debt 

It was the doctor in the recovery room with the second chance

 

It was the labor organizer outside the corporate office with the megaphone

It was the artist at the bank with the check from the first painting 

It was the small business owner at the meeting table with the co-op agreement  

It was the neighbors in the community garden with the dinner harvest for 20  

It was the children at the full dinner table with the present parents   

 

It was the murderer in the courtroom with the gavel 

Cleared of all charges 

Because we need not wait til death 

to rest