Bury me in a Prado Jeep

BURY ME IN A PRADO

He was only seventeen

He wanted a Prado jeep

to contest with his peers

from the other side of the street.

To the darkness bound; he went

and he whimpered his greed

that they may offer a path

to strengthen his greed

He stole a twin

and brought entwined

to his soul

a journey of fate

that will snare his faith

In the loom of life

The strangled cry of the twin;

the agonized torture of a mother

the fearful haunting

the beheaded grimace of innocence

as silent witness

tore his sleep to pieces

The Baba’s bloody hands

could not silence his sleep

the twin’s cries of despair

from murdered innocence

and maternal agony

by seconds brought him

back to the field of blood

where he had sold his soul

to purchase a Prado jeep

Now at his guilty leisure

to the stern looks of justice

he revises his need

to obtain without sweat

the judge’s cold verdict

came like cold relief

from the terror of his dreams

from the tiny watching eyes

he had buried four feet upright by the stream

That which can only be earned

by honest day’s sweat

as the hammer fell on his life

and the black robed justice wrote

a whispered longing escaped

his parched cracked lips

one more last request

bury me in a Prado jeep!

They buried him in a Prado grave

six feet standing upright

next to the tiny staring eyes

by the stream

of his warped dreams!