The Prodigal Son Poem by Sandra Martyres

It was after dusk, there was no one else around to see
The crime scene with the villain trying to flee
Except the young lad clicking on his camera furiously
Hidden in the shadows and moving noiselessly
He captured every movement of the criminal’s
Attempts to escape
His pictures would soon flash on the TV screens
Shattering the villain’s dreams
The whole town would be on high alert
Searching for clues and the blood-stained shirt
No efforts would be spared to track down the man
Every nook and corner the police would scan
How could a crime like this go unsolved?
A common cheat, a liar, someone gone astray
He would stoop to any depth to get his way
Yet until now he could not be caught
As everyone just feared his father’s wrath.
But today with all the photographic evidence
It will be difficult for him to feign innocence
Besides he no longer has father's protection
To save him from prosecution
Father himself has fallen from grace
He no longer enjoys political clout and space