Tribute to Ralph Basso

They came with AK 47s

Five monsters from the town of Buxton.

Their hands given to them by the Almighty,

Was used to kill Ralph mercilessly.

They felt no shame, they felt no pain,

With sicken hate they blew his brain.

These miserable criminals hiding in the Satan's headquaters,

A place where the dark angel manufactures disasters.

They did it because they knew they could escape,

That no one in the government will retaliate.

Another innocent man given a quick passage,

His family did not have the time for a comforting message.

Gone forever is the father, husband and care giver,

His smile will never return because of these haters.

The tragedy is not in death because we all die,

It is the way in which these criminals the law they defy.

They cared not for this man and his family,

These seed of evildoers cursed creatures, living happily.

Where is the justice in this dying mortal plane,

Can money provide comfort for these killers insane?

Have they no conscience, no reason, no heart,

They chose to steal this life and quietly depart.

What kind of evil will possess such wicked souls,

That they will kill and continue to live bold.

May their wickedness snatch them,

And bring about a slow painful, agonising end.

Left to mourn his father's demise,

Is the son a lone child.

The pain he must feel to lose his daddy,

A man who care for him since he was a baby.

AHHH, the waste lives and blood stained roads,

Empty of justice, empty of freedom, a sickening repose...

May his soul rest in peace,

Away from all criminal beasts.

Khem Harrinarine