The Convict Part 3

Many months ago, a man from Middleton moved to, A province of vices and soured delinquencies Where dreams remain dreams And reality seems unnatural Like angels and demons in a guileful romance Few months ago, a young enforcer was stationed At the city of madness where reason has no reason To be a reason, the city stood on a wild-wind bedlam! Moans, groans and squeals were bedtime songs That cradles everyone to sleep The man from Middleton, my dad, a conformist preacher A norm embedding parson passing creeds From his forefathers to me, the enforcer, his seed - He is the pioneer of my creation An astute fellow to the bone I live his air and breath his life Just like him, I'm never pliant Wrong is wrong and right is right 'No matter whose ox is gored' That I've learnt, I've mastered and revered ********************* One daring day, amid vast numbers of outlaws A dare-devil hooped into the enforcer's bay His face was masked with effronteries of crime And calmly, he strolled to a safe like he owns it - An enforcer skirmishes him halfway to the safe-room But was overpowered and subdued with a deadly choke And within the barriers of life and death The man from Middleton who seeks the well being Of his son; the son staring and clinging to deaths' strings He man took a baseball bat and hit his head And when the outlaw charged, He hit him with a blow on the chest And the outlaws' soul flee the earth But he did something extraordinary' He repeatedly clubbed his remains to mutilation "Father, you just killed a man" **************** I've sworn to you to solemnly uphold Your sacred transferals in me as my ethical fealty In which laws aren't dared but held in esteem, My call to the Force was like that of a messiah You knew that just like I too - very well; "For if there was a crime, damn all involved and Make the call asap" these were your words - Your norm, my belief, a practical now - When guilt smolders his old face I grabbed the phone and thumbed 911...