Man Of Evil Poem by Rachel Peck

Your empire was built by robbing from the poor.
Mansions and expensive cars you were secure.
Every Sunday and Wednesday the plates made it around.
Behind the pulpit your critical glare was casted down.

Caught in a web of fear they gave their all.
One night I recall watching a man crawl...
crawl on his hands and knees to fall at your feet.
How dare you get up and preach so full of deceit.

I wonder how many hearts and souls you corrupted,
and how many families and marriages you've disrupted?
Days upon days I was downtown in court,
standing before a judge, testifying to lend support.

I knew that you were evil, but adultry isn't a crime.
However, truth always comes out in due time.
It felt as if I had been knocked in the chest,
when it came straight from her you had confessed.

I pray you get exactly what you deserve.
Finally alone as your time you serve.
Spending time with your mind sitting in a cell,
I hope your bloated, fat body rots in hell.