The Don Poem by Kelvin Rush

I called the don before he died
I got the feeling he knew I'd lied
I didn't sleep at all that night
I had no heart for another fight

The don was the one you never crossed
The ones who did were quickly lost
Bound and gagged battered and slaughtered
Disposed of discreetly no longer thought of

So many bodies had disappeared
But no one questioned or interfered
Everyone knew what was going on
But no one dare upset the don

Those that tried faced brutal violence
They squealed like pigs then were quickly silenced
That was the message for everyone to hear
The don ruled with cruelty menace and fear

Not long after the don had died
I was picked up at Marino's and taken for a ride
I was expecting trouble and was ready and armed
Buy to my surprise it was relaxed and calm

We shared a drink in celebration
I would now lead the organisation
The brutality and terror had been passed on
I was the new Mafia Don