'Where are you going?'
A family reunion then lay down the law
For deep rooted grudges and settling scores
And debts to pay when there's nothing to say
Where there's a will there's a way!
The cost of the taxi wasn't fare
A price to pay, an eternal stare
Below blue skies while the eyes
Pale in comparison, as life ebbed away
Caught by sea, see TV, immoral theft
Watched by millions, as panic left
From one place to the next
In a county shocked, bereft
Gunning for a runner in glorious summer
Killing time while the meters off
A taxing period for a man whose eyes
Were blind to human demise
This picturesque hell, for reasons to tell
A shocking conclusion after hours of confusion
12 unwilling disciples, a selfish last supper
Taken away, while the rest made to suffer.
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