Illegal Diesel And The Criminal Drifter Poem by Vision Ghost

He met with a guy in a bar who kills for tips
Tattoos on each arm for gang memberships
An exchange of cash and no questions asked
Seems that murder is never so under tasked

Girl in witness protection crying out her eyes
Came home alone and so to a nasty surprise
Dying by syringe now after a lustful motel
HIV positive and now on a slow road to hell

Brother lays dead and a white man bleeding
Cops turn up recorded on a Youtube beating
Brutality is denied more than an illegal warfare
Video got removed when it gets to the media

Found the body of baby; it’s half decomposed
They blame her instead of their system exposed
Couldn’t careless of its own people for profit
But easier for her to look forward to another hit

Covered the marks of too many blades on skin
Letting it bleed out as the pain soothes within
Haemorrhaged again but it’s just another day
Simply put there just was no other foreseen way

And on to another city; another life condemned
Line them up as yet another suspect is named
Too many files made of paper shaped excuses
Yet in their uniforms; lawless shapes enthuses

No friends allowed; it’s a lonely life of fatalities
Alone, never to include emotional complexities
Kill with a blank expression and never remorse
It’s a job; it’s a way, just another day to rehearse

Couldn’t stop a killer driving on the red juice
A sense of direction; a trigger finger kept loose
Not one cop with the name has seen the face
Of a criminal drifter alone from the human race