A very sad Tale

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpuUbjQtmUg , this is the last slam I did before I moved, and is also the last poem in my book characters.

I'm going to

tell you a

story

a most intrepid

tale.

Full of danger

peril,

everything that fails.

It's about a

man

who wanted the

world

he couldn't

conquer

himself 

he thought out

there was the pearl.

He believe in

good

though in his

heart he felt

better

just patient

enough

to know how

people valued

the dollar.

One fine day

not a cloud

in the sky

our hero?

Starts in the

bottom

and most certainly

not dry.

He was wet

and soaking,

cold and alone,

he has lost

everything

they even took

his home.

He had a choice

though I believe

he never saw

wanted the immediate

action to be able

to end it all.

He suddenly slipped

on something

his head broke

his fall

then slipped into

a deluded fantasy

that showed him

it all.

How to get

back

at everyone he

hated.

After seeing it

there was no

way to save

him.

Self-condemned

I truly pity

that soul

however,

we must judge

no one at all.

Soon he recovered

found broken glass

at his side

grabbed it.

he hid somewhere

inside 

but his body

ran to the street

almost automatic

sliced everyone

very frantic

but it got

him some money

as well as

clean clothes

the materialistic

want

that just wont

go.

He then used

that money to

buy some drugs,

flipped them 

he was on

his way to

fun.

Did this for

some time 

still sleeping on

the street.

Saving up enough

to buy what

he would need.

Most notably

was a gun,

but he needed

a front.

Help from someone,

so the dealer

he used

hooked him up

with a place

in the hood.

There he housed

an arsenal

couldn’t even say

how

slipping in and

out of a soul

damned in hell.

So he had

a place

but now needed

an army.

Took explosives

to blow away

the top rivals,

no one knew

what struck them

he wasn't even

liable.

All around him

the headless snakes

squirmed

limiting their numbers

killing each other.

There then came

his time 

when he took

the top

many saw the

leader.

it is here his

deluded dream got

its start.

The money began

to flow

it wasn't subsiding

people will spend

anything

to keep on

hiding

but it wasn't

enough

he wanted much

more

so he invested

in a bar

in the back

housed the

w****s.

Then bought a

motel

a few in

fact

killed every pimp

there was no

going back.

He had much

more money

commanded respect

everyone in his

old life believed

he was dead.

Perhaps he was

and this all

a dream

but quite real

were the screams

of the weak.

Still not touching

those who harmed

him.

Needed more time

perhaps to himself

his image was

a lie.

But no one

resisted

they dare not try

the evil in his

heart commanded many

spies.

Whispering their own

lies

into the ears

of those at

his side.

The police couldn't

tell

how everything was

run

it seemed the

streets just got

cleaned up by

someone

little did they

know

operations were

running

most efficient

the black eyes

of that man

never thought

anything was funny.

So his next step

took some care

hopping out of

the cradle he

kept his baby

not so unaware.

Jumping towns

creating an empire

A faceless void

that steered many

to expire.

Taking the same

actions

not knowing from

where

but when he

stated words

no one said

no

not one dared.

For truly the

people that screwed

him

were these banks

it was the

system that used

him.

His wife didn't

help

she left him

in need

but instead of

praying to God

he lost everything

and still couldn't

see.

Instead he

developed an empire

now still underground

but an army

of slaves

willing to devour

every town.

The drugs truly

made the people

crazy

and at the snap

of one man's

fingers

everything got hazy

people started fires

bending to one

man's will

he had them

solve the hate

he could never

heal.

First went the

banks

and many a

federal building,

schools,

business',

the people went

crazy.

The government

tried to issue

marshal law 

but its difficult

when your military

dissolves.

For so many bought

into the drugs

enough to cause

a collective cancer

of thugs.

This continued

until there was

nothing left

but a man

with the world

attempting to catch

its breath.

He believed now

he could rebuild

it all

in his image

he saw no fault

at all.

So from the

ashes

he stopped the

drugs

and caused those

who were left

to rebuild everything

that was lost.

After some time

he remained on

top

but the same

system " he changed

nothing at all.

So sooner

rather than later

he saw an

interesting trend

his same actions

began to follow

him.

He realized then

that this is

a cycle

a cause for

alarm

because he was

the only liable.

He then looked

to God

wanting an out

but too much

death was attached

to not attract

the wrong sound.

Realizing what

he was doing,

forces cause him

to jump from

his building,

and now this

story ends while

continuing its tune

because humans will

always eat this

up and consume.

Another will always

step in this man's

place,

its us who

actually need to

change.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You told a realistic story in the poetry.
"and now this
story ends while
continuing its tune
because humans will
always eat this
up and consume.
Another will always
step in this man's
place,"
Man weakness for easy and drugs leave open door for new men to replace old. I agree. Total poem held my attention till the true ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Maumil Mehraj]

Brilliant work, sir :)It had a strong message and you managed to convey it loud and clear. Thanks for sharing
Maumil

[christopher fox]

Thank you so much!