No Saint

My surname means ‘Many Saints’ 

I can tell you I’m a sinner

Walking the streets, hands stained red 

Consciousness tainted with pitiful screams

The city burns once more

Gangs pilfer and loot 

Hard to know whom to trust 

Is decency dead ? 

I’ll never know

I stare at the hallowed grave 

Knowing I’ll join the Saints soon 

For now, I’m King of Newark 

Barone of the Family 

I will always honor, love and obey

’Til my dyin’ day. 


In memory of Dicky and Chrissy 

10/2/21 


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