GONE FOREVER

I am not a rat
No squeal from me
Everyone knows that
I have nothing to fear
The grand jury doesn’t
Scare me at all
I have nothing to hide
For I am walking free

I know a lot however
And people know that
Can they depend on me?
I know they can, but
They are not so sure
I have been beaten up
Many more times than once
But I am the alibi
And they keep me alive

My body is twisted
I am in constant pain
No one cares but me
I leave the country
To make some drug deals
These were for the police
New York’s finest

They were the theater
Put on the show
Things went their way
Who was to argue?
Many were on the take
Their families were innocent
But involved by default

Investigators caught on
Make many arrests
But could not convict
Everyone was covered
Their activities were obvious
But when push came to shove
I was the kingpin alibi

Convictions were made
But always on the wrong people
I had immunity
Working both sides
Crushed in the middle
Too valuable to be disposed
Money came both ways
Witnesses died in numbers

Drugs stolen when cash
Was expected---a bad deal
Forces exchanging with forces
Police were exposed
Their reign ended abruptly
Gangs wiped out gangs
Assignations prevailed

It was over for everyone
I slowly healed
Was very rich
No one has seen me since
 
Stanski
June 17, 2020 ^