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Vigilante

By happenstance a mansion appeared
within the car’s peripheral view;
They should have seen so subtle a clue
the moment the moonlight disappeared;

Walking right into a planned sequence 
the scarlet phrase had to stay hidden;
Committing murder is forbidden,
this crime’s the ultimate self defense;

Arrived for a Black and White party,
never saw the library in blood;
Heavy body fell with a

Vigilante

Waiting at the window
In the upper floor red brick
Through glaze oxidized opaquely
With grime that has grown thick

From eary day she
 arrives at post
The arc begun at easternmost
She watches the light progress

At noon she dines a simple meal
that to her holds no real appeal
Around she moves it on her plate
And soon is quite the mess

Throughout her

Who The Police Protect, Part II

...It went up on the internet,
people argued in vain,
some said, “Monster,” some said, “It’s good
that ‘the rich’ know their pain!”
Tyler ignored all the hoopla,
knew nothing would be done,
all cops were bastards, after all,
he had already won.
When nobody came after him
he knew that this was true,
but in his ’hood’ several strange things
soon came into his view.
His

Who The Police Protect, Part I

Tyler was a real happy man,
looking down at his phone,
the mayor said,“We need less police,
their crimes are so well known.”
They’d not arrest if you stole less
than a thousand from a store,
and decided, for the ‘oppressed,’
no cash bail anymore.
This was just great for Tyler since
three times he’d seen the slam,
and now they wouldn’t raise a fist,
he

Sad To See

Pretending to be different, pretending to even care
Pretending to be what you are not lies within your stare
Sad to see how unhealthy a life being lived this way
Sad to see how uncharacteristically the Saint you portray

Selfishly to only be something other than what you are
Selfishly to only be your own little shining star
Carelessly you choose

Truck-Driving Vigilante

Back when I was a youngish man
this was a tale I heard,
and thinking back upon in now,
just makes it seem absurd.
It was about a truck-driver
out roaming the highways,
but cargo wasn’t what he brought,
when he showed up to play.
Some say he was a soldier bold,
or maybe once a cop,
all folks knew was when he came ’round
the

Vigilante Tongue

Vigilante Tongue
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015

It oft returned,
 To a world of familiarization, 
Screaming and shouting;
Relying on speech 
That can ne’er be recalled;
Intent, vociferous words once latched in,
Now spent, are as grave markers
Set all in a course,
That appears cast in stone;
An inglorious lasting legacy;

Vigilante Cop

A vigilante cop ended crime no matter what it took.
He produced phony evidence to put away the crooks.
He would also shoot criminals and make it look like self defense.
Criminals in his town wound up being referred to in the past tense.
He put a knife in a kidnapper's hand after he shot him in the head.
Then

Vigilante Justice

Gather 'round the campfire, young'uns
Let old Billy here, tell ya how the West was won
Once a time ago,
the West was wild ...
Badlands filled with dangerous outlaws
No justice to be found,
lawlessness ruled in ev'ry town,
from sunup to sundown
Whoever had the fastest gun stood above ground
So the good citizens got together
in each town, and chose one man

The Vigilante Man

The Vigilante Man 
Chris is   not a thug
Chris don’t do drugs
Chris helps people
Chris   beats   up and arrest corrupt   cops
Chris stops them from banging
Chris stops them from slanging
Chris is on the top
Chris don’t stop
Chris   is cool as Ned Kelly
Corrupt cops are stupid fools
Chris is like Batman

Vigilante Justice

"That is him, he did it I tell you"
"I got the rope, take him to the Oak tree"
An angry mob wants justice for the one that they lost"
Most likely, an guilty agitator  stirring up the stew
Blind with anger and not on of them can see
Maybe an innocent scapegoat will pay the cost

We see all

Vigilante/Outlaw

Kicking up the dust in a rhythm of villainy
Doesn’t justify the hero within.
With the end of my finger,
I created this wasteland for the better.

The wind brings my composure 
To the edge of reason.
Every grain of sand and bit of dust
Blown across my face
Reminds me of the tear drops
And how quickly I had to wipe them

All About the V Word V Stands For Vigilante

Roll out the barrel and we'll have a barrel of fun

I would it enjoy it more, if it were 2 barrels from a gun

Shooting a drug dealer, child stealer or a wife beater

This would bring a peak to my entertainment meter

I want to wipe the surface clean from all that is bad

The injustices of good

Vigilante

Vigilante


He walked in the door
a little John Wayne
a little Jesus Christ 
six foot tall 
giant guns on his hips 
so emaciated you can count all his ribs. 

twelve bullets flew and 
twelve persons fell  

reload  

repeat

the deafening clash never ended 
until all you could count was the dead.


He stood among patrons
of the local

Anxiety Slaying Vigilante

I have a paper due
Last Monday that isn’t quite out of the pen yet, and it’s laying on the desk like
A cancerous growth of my mind
Stress increased, end of the year rush
I can’t seem to think
Under-pressure of my very own
imperfections, 
			I’m so hard on myself sometimes it hurts
				But you know that, Papi
While I recline on

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