A girl is pregnant, the father is dead,
Shot by gangsters, for a life he led....
Lived on the edge, short twenty eight years,
Now hes no more, flow misguided tears.
He lived a high life, and for this he has paid ,
price was his life's blood, for choices he made.
blood spilt deadly, stair case that day,
drained till lifeless, this terminal day.
Independent soldier, the mural said,
Now painted over, it too is dead....
Worship the ground, where this man tread,
J Money's justice, now silent, now dead.
The ultimate price, a lifestyle burned
Bad run of choices, into ashes he's turned ...
Babies grow up, strive to emulate dad,
Thank God it can't happen, incredibly sad.....
Rudolf
Author notes
I'm too close to this situation, This man is held in high esteem for destroying lives like its a badge of honor to be connected to this poison.
google todd krantz if your interested
Comments
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This was certainly a dip in the dark pool and mighty intense! I think you caught me off guard with this one, but boy...you sure painted a vivid real life picture, excellent work! Keeping me on my toes!!
~Tia
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What a powerful work here Rudolf. Your poetry described in detail...every sad bit of it. This was one of your finest. Thanks again for doing this poem.
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Thank you for writing this Rudi, it is on it's own an excellent poem but I did want to know more about the person you were writing about, so I did Google Todd Krantz and I witnessed an incredible artist at work. Your connection with him, I don't know about or your reference to destroying lives, maybe you could enlighten me in an IM,if you don't want to then that's fine.
All the best...Sue
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