He stood unrepentant
at the other side
of the fence,
he defiantly
as the boss of
corrupt crimes
overwhelmed
by the burdens
of the moment
and blinded with
so much power,
he forgot to take
precautions.
Running wild with
intoxicating crimes,
so intertwined with
corruption and avarice,
he became lost in
his own flaws,
without knowing it's
always sunny on the
other side of life.
His cold heart cannot
revert to be better
because he chose
to remain in darkness.
Wallowing and groveling
in dirt,
his hands soiled with blood,
he is no longer a saint,
though he's never been anything
but guilty as charged.
I'm so devastated
about the unresolved
gruesome crimes meted
out of vindictive drive,
clueless direction and
to hear the cries of
my beloved people weeping.
I'm so sad at moment
that I can't be there to comfort
them at this time of need,
for the power that be
has chosen to oppress the land.
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