'I’m Not A Monster And Predator“ - Poem by Joe Rosochacki
My head was spinning,
As I gasped in awe as I viewed CNN
‘WTF’ I said aloud
these words came out of Ariel Castro’s mouth
THE same person was found guilty found guilty of 937 counts
Kidnapping, torturing, raping, murdering,
Were among the few to begin
Ariel Castro went to Church then,
Continued his actions against his ‘harem’ of three women that he acquired
Through deception and coercion,
Castro plead guilty he was sentenced to life in prison
P LUS a thousand years he’ll will eligible for parole - - never, never more.
At his sentencing hearing,
MICHELLE KNIGHT came, one his captors, this brave woman,
Stood ‘tall’, all 48 inches of her, to confront her captor
The first one of three, Michelle, who was held captive the longest,
- -a decade plus one years,
The one who was raped five times,
Held in chains, was kicked in the stomach, starved, so she would an abortion
She could’ve made a video disposition
This empowered woman stood before the court to state her case in person.
She said “I forgive you - -but I will not forget”
WOW! An absolute test of intestinal fortitude,
She held back her tears
I didn’t hold back mine
After she was done then the unexpected came became real
Ariel Castro spoke his views of his reality,
Albeit his perception of what happened through psychopathic mind.
“There was harmony.” he said.
REALLY, harmony at the barrel of Ariel’s.357 pointed at their heads
“They came after him for consensual sex“ Castro stated.
Castro had the gall to blame the Cleveland Police, FBI, and his captives.
What a perverse problematic perception of life that lie in his brain cells,
He was THE VICTIM,
This narcissist basta@d
‘I’m NOT a Monster and Predator“
The sane world’s would disagree
You deserve to be chained and kicked to death if it was to me
You made history, history along with Hitler and Stalin and Attila the Hun.
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