Morgan's Secret Recipe
In a little old town of
Kentucky,
There's a legendary tale of
Morgan's secret recipe.
It was the time of the Great
Depression,
A lighthouse shone out for
the weak and the hungry.
A Christian family of 12 with
their roots from India.
A father of twin boys plus five
brothers and three sisters,
They were not the mafia but
neither were they saints,
Bank robbers and infamous
thieves of the rich,
They opened a cookhouse,
shelters homes, a school and
a grocery store,
Regardless of race,language
or belief they help the needy
and poor,
And they had many enemies
of the most famous and
wealthy ,
But none could point a finger
at their criminal activities,
And so it started with hired
assassins and killers,
Once while leaving for church
they survived from a street
shootout,
And another time a group of
mercenaries came to their
house for bloodbath only to
leave as changed men,
But that soon changed when
a stranger rode into town,
A mission for crimson blood
and a messenger sent,
He shot and killed the twins
in broad daylight,
He was caught, tied in the
courthouse by the town folks
ready to be hang,
The grieved father came to
him with sadness in his eyes,
He did the one thing no one
would have thought at that
time,
He freed the stranger and
said,
I've lost my sons for the
crimes I've done,
You've done what you've been
sent for and now begone,
Blood beget blood,death
follows a trail,
God has given you a second
chance to change your evil
thoughts,
Don't let it all gone to waste!
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Part I, there's more and a
hidden message. . .
Copyright © Danesh Morgan | Year Posted 2013
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