By: Cedric McClester

The sun was shining brightly
On that Tuesday afternoon
When he checked into the embassy
That would spell his doom
He was there for a marriage license
That he would never get
Because they planned to **** him
In the plan their prince has set

The doctor brought a bone saw
He was one of the fifteen
Dispatched to **** the journalist
In a plot that was obscene
They claimed it was a fist fight
That somehow went awry
Then said it was a chokehold
That made the journalist die

It was a Saudi embassy in Istanbul
Where he met his end
With his fiancé waiting outside
Left to wonder when
He’d be coming out
So their new life could begin
After waiting five hours
She could no longer pretend

That something hadn’t happened
To cause that long delay
He only wanted a license
And wasn’t planning to stay
But they had cut him to pieces
Almost as soon as he went in
Which wasn’t hard to do
When you have fifteen men



Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2018.  All rights reserved.