Bad Character

Bristling, brazen bodily harm Beat the diggings, darn his composure Stalwart, states so smug, self satisfied His wounded victim flees Those with soul and feelings flee His epitaphs burn deep Like searing acid in the open wound Scream to high heaven Yet mugged, mouth stuffed almost to suffocation. He has lambasted others, Sets hounds on decent men, Has cajoled to numb and beat The old, the homeless, the innocent He is a bastard, vilified, anathema Yet who has the right to snuff out To eradicate, to put him away for good When no witness dare testify? He is the dark soul and shadow of fear In incarnation of all that is painful And no grand jury has indicted. Or will indict. One or more of his tortures on the innocent His eager bloodthirsty nature open And his self destructive nature In hero fashion will pin him too – to the wall Knife, shoot or hang him As he has wounded many And throttled a few. He will be missed only in contrast Since quiet and peace will appear And an omen of good and justice Flutter like a flag in the wind Right, fairness must prevail, as it should Nor is all not forgotten, No widow will weep No children attend a father’s funeral Friends scarce or non-existent But a new air of calm, of harmony Will sound as princess justice Has won again and weighed wisely Why did it have to take so long?