Silence In the Age of Omerta

I know what you know,
What he knows,
Whom he who killed,
But kept silent and blind,
I know what you know,
Who he muddled, 
Who he murdered, 
And dirtied the field,
I know what you know,
Who you slaughtered the soul,
Neither me, nor thee
Nay the remaining foul.
No hear, no see,
The law of Omerta is surely risky,
And dangerous,
He who does not now know,
But knows better than himself and you,
Who slaughtered the lad, bribed and fed,
Threatened and said,
No hear, no see,
Then smashed the calves in a bloody pool,
This evil monster, a son of a ghoul!
I have seen nothing, nor heard a thing,
Omerta is the rule and motto to survive now.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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