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In the year of 1904, in a house in Northamptonshire,
A tragedy befell, that would forever linger there.
George Scott Burrows, a troubled soul, did the deed,
Killing his own sister, a victim of his unbridled greed.
On that fateful night, five children were in the home,
George alone in the room, with a hatchet to roam.
He crept down to the cellar, in search of his tool,
And with his sister sleeping, he acted the fool.
He raised his arm, and brought the hatchet down,
Striking her head, with a vicious, deadly sound.
She begged him to stop, with every breath,
But he struck again, leading her to her death.
The boys heard the cries, and locked their door in fear,
George's rage and madness, was all too clear.
He struck her repeatedly, until she screamed no more,
And then he left, his wicked deed, complete to the core.
The father returned, and the boys cried for help,
The sight in the bedroom, made his very heart yelp.
She lay there, bleeding and fighting for her life,
But it was too late, she succumbed to the strife.
George was found missing, having fled the scene,
His mental state, and his conscience, far from serene.
He wandered for hours, with no plan or direction,
His crime weighing on him, like a dark, heavy infection.
He was caught in Kettering, looking tired and worn,
The police had been searching, since early in the morn.
He was detained and tried, but was found insane,
A tragedy that would forever, leave a scar on the Burrows' name.
Let this be a lesson, for all to see and know,
That madness and rage, can lead to a deadly blow.
May Elsie Jane Burrows, rest in eternal peace,
Her brother's wicked act, a tragedy that will never cease.