A soul, black cold ever so Wick-it
Your face unrecognizable among men
Your destruction spread far and wide like some unholy disease
A soul without a conscience destroying all goodness in its path
Without love or compassion
You spread your pain amongst your peers to intimidate
You place your mark upon the innocent
Shedding fear and anxiety
Terrorizing their soul without care or thought
It was you that have driven the steak
Through the heart of your own brother
You alone have silenced the songbird’s sweet song
For you have laid your father to rest with bloodstained hands
You have placed money over your own family
You left your mother to die a lonely death
Forever sneaking around lying, cheating, stealing
Making deals behind closed doors
With a vulgar tongue and a cold heart
Premeditating a monstrous plan against your own blood
You have helped the sinners commit more sins
And a banded the innocent
There is absolutely no substance to satisfy
The appetite of the beast within
A true coward and the architect of pain are your only legacy
Forever cruel and calculating ever so blind
Your life pass without love or joy
So unaware of the goodness that surrounds you
Never a smile, no laughter, no conversations
Just complaints, arguments upon arguments
With everyone day after day without end
Talking about others always thinking you’re right
Screaming and more screaming with no peace ever insight
Beatings and threats and still more beatings
Straps, hangers, cat and nine tails, and just pure terror
And still more terror without end
Unruly punishment without reason
A sense of humor straight out of a madhouse
How can one man possess so much hate?
The energy it must take/for your sins shall not go unnoticed
And when it is all over and no more to be said
For you shall then walk the last mile alone
My father.
- Ken Riccio original poems ©
