I will never understand the man

The man that; if he is lucky

Will have a hundred years to live

 

I cannot understand the man

Who is so very hard

To forgive

 

The man who craves

So much power

He will go to extremes

To deprive another persons

Right to live

 

I do not want to delve

Into the mind of that man

For it makes me cold

To the core

To think what it is

That I might discover there

 

His mind is dark

Bleak soul

Thick treacle heart

Only crows and serpents

Dwell in his body

Made of stone

 

I do not want to know that man

Or even speak his name

That man who will die

Unloved and all alone

 

Is he Lucifer

Who walks this mortal coil?

Did he sell his soul

For diamonds and gold?

 

I wonder does he sleep at night

While his victims cry

And hold each other tight?

 

Does he look into the mirror

And see a courageous knight?

Or are his eyes so black

He cannot see the light?

 

I do not want to know this man

I think he should be banished

He can take his gold and diamonds

He can take his evil soul

There is no place

Not anywhere

Far enough for him to go

But he can just keep on moving

Perhaps the devil will devour him

Enough to make him vanish

 

But his legacy will never leave

Those who he has made suffer

His imprint is indelible

For the ones whose lives

He has consumed with grief

 

From the deepest depths of me

I hope somehow

They will one day

Live in peace.

 

C.K. 22