love like power, what can i say,
is such a massacres game to play.
you want it, you hope for it, and when you get it it is not enough,
Like the rise and fall of Rome, The great vines not so tough.
The car speeds up to halt suddenly in the street.
out pops Tommy guns so fast and complete.
twenty to fifty rounds they bear,
leaving nothing but 7 laying dressed for the fare.
Tearing up the dreams of the little shop owner,
busting up the flowers being vended on the corner.
The coats climb out of the car to see their perfections,
The rains falling down in the puddle he sees his reflection.
He takes a step back to look at the colors floating down the walk,
Looks at the other coats as he begins to talk.
"It was far better that i should have stayed home on this sacred day,
St valentine of Rome would have wanted it that way.
My power came from reasoning that prohibition was wrong,
Brake out your violins boys... they need their lullaby song.
What power we hold, as they lay fast asleep,
The south side wins, Capone will reap.
But what about our souls we must keep that in mind,
Slip in through the suicide door ill be close behind."
the car rumbled and sputtered as it speed up the street.
He blended as a patron as the cops took up their beat.
Away in the distance he could see something red,
A woman approached with her tears that she shed.
Three roses she lay ed upon franks chest,
He wouldn't talk, he was just like the rest.
so the coat approached frank with out another word,
leaned over his body and did something absurd.
He snatched those flowers off of ol frank,
walk ed to the corner and and picked up a plank.
Upon which he scratched a little love letter,
"Dear Maybelle, I love you! their isn't anyone better."
Three roses... he loved her, but where had he been?
It really didn't matter, it was the love and power within!
~P. Kate Hancock~
