Robbing the Dead
Reading the obits they saw his demise
Their interest peaked, a crime they devised
They ransacked his home, stole memories, treasures
Not giving a thought to their hurtful measures
While robbing the dead, and raping his heirs
What gain could be found from stealing his wares
His children were awed by the cruel scam
And no one knew why thieves went on the lam
After taking his goods and selling for cash
Dear family heirlooms just paid for their stash
*My father’s house was ransacked as soon as the obit appeared in the newspaper. Police say this happens often.
Entry for Susan Burch’s “Show Me the Anger” contest.
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
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