It is not unexpected by scott from jail

I hear he was a stockbroker, maybe Tossed and turned upon the sea of Recently as if the whole world could stand still Whilst money poured down the drains emptying into who knows where? and so he took up arms - so they say - whilst the bill collectors and hunters of frauds Fished him and his future Into a net for small things Whilst the big ones, fish, laughingly get away Running to be friends of presidents and presidents It may have been too much Life turned upside down Loading bullets into the thin chambers of well trained soldiers Walking memoryless now into the night His family and future behind him Whilst the unravellings curled walls of blood And then took him to trial Not quite yet but coming As to how murder happens Whilst we wait It is not unexpected... ~ Copyright © 2012 - scott from jail Published: 5/31/12   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem