Chapter 16 Poem by Steve Caine

Chapter 16

They threw the book at him that day,
Hit the floor in a peculiar way,
He looked down on its broken back,
Chapter 16 it opened at,
That's when this story began,
The blindsided life of this old man.

It's not a book you want to open, there's not a page you want to read,
There's not a story you should follow, there's no movie in these scenes,
It's not a club you should join, Coz once you have you can't leave,
That's the epitaph, you don't want to read chapter 16.

Looking back to where he had been,
It all revolves around Chapter 16,
The words stay on his ink and skin,
Telling the story of all the sins,
His eyes now dull disgrace,
Framed by the furrows of his old face.

He fell at Boston in the final battle,
Fort Wayne, Indianapolis, and Detroit East side,
They all got caught in the blindside,
Detroit Westside, Downriver, Bay City Outlaws, they delivered,
Charged with racketeering, conspiracy and crimes,
Firearms to felons, became their demise.
they were Outlaws in name and nature,
Game was up for leather law breakers.

Law enforcement filled the gaps, Department of Justice did the wrap.
Westside fell, and they hit LA, from Michigan moves on that day,
As the FBI and AFT relentlessly tried to put them all away.

The indictment came from the Grand Jury,
No going down in a blaze of glory,
Search warrants recoveries and thousands of Dollars,
He got charged with a felony
Their weapon Gonzales- anti gang strategy,
finished their time in penitentiary,
Gang members of 16 with no reprieve,
Sat in a place they can't leave.

That was the close of Chapter 16,
All of the pages they chose to read,
know the stories are there to follow,
In the paper and Ink that Indicted them,
Outlined in Laws that took me away,
For all of the crime that they all berated
now stories to tell incarcerated.