A Family That Kills Together

 

In my hometown for near ten years

A team of father and son

Flew under the radar while committing

Drug trafficking, thieving, so on

 

It's now come to light they've been hiding

A more sinister secret than this

They're suspected of doing away with

Five men, giving each a death kiss

 

Why do I now write about dark?

When I've striven to write about light?

Perhaps 'cause to me it's important

To now write 'bout wrong and 'bout right

 

The father and son that I speak of

Were charged back in nineteen-ninety-nine

But the charges were dropped two weeks later

When witnesses would not toe the line

 

(they have never been re-charged)

 

The father is now in his seventies

The son, in his fifties, is jailed

Awaiting on trial for drug trafficking

While escaping murder charges, which failed

 

The police know the men, where they are

But their hands are tied, can't do a thing

In the meantime, through lacking in evidence

The father and son, laugh, live like kings

 

Don Matthews July 2018