The Mafia. Poem by Maria Shaw

Come take this gun.
Show me what you're made of.
You want to be a man,
follow my command.

Join me brother,
make a stand,
for you can have the peasants
eating from your hands.

Take this cocaine let riches be your guide,
for conscience has no place if you want to survive.
Take a walk from poverty
into my world of luxury.

Do not cower
as you stare death in the face,
for if you refuse to kill
then know your blood I'll spill.

My brother come join us.
Take my hand.
We'll erase the vermin,
we'll control the land.

Money is money
red or green,
why let your conscience
spoil your dreams.

We rule the politicians
the police are in our hands
and lawyers can not touch us
no one can stop our plans.

We'll launder money
we collect in taxes
kill all who stand in our way,
join the mafia boy, huge profits can be made.

Don't be dismayed as businesses crumble
it's none of your concern.
Come now join my family
in crimes against humanity.