Delayed Justice. storypoem.

narrative verse

Delayed justice.

 

I fear no foe that I can see

 but rather those who strike by night

They cloak their acts in secrecy

 because they cannot stand the light.

 

I made a powerful enemy

 when I was young and in my prime.

Who swore to take revenge on me.

I know somewhere he bides his time.

 

My friends think I am paranoid

 obsessed with high security.

 Though it is better to avoid

 Any and all possibility.

 

Of course I cannot validate

 my fear of a conspiracy.

 It doesn’t matter it’s too late.

I fear my foe has poisoned me.

 

His plans were made with subtlety.

He has corrupted some close friend

Some one I trusted utterly.

I should have known you can’t defend.

 

Against all possibilities.

I tried my best but I have failed.

Too many opportunities.

It seems my enemy has prevailed.

 

News of my death will prompt release

 of documentary evidence.

To the world press and the police.

Negate his claims of innocence.

 

To show the world just what he was.

In the dark days of Nazi rule

Unpublished until now

 because I hesitated like a fool.

 

I had sufficient evidence

 to have his history reviewed

and to expose his false pretence.

But was not confident I could.

 

prove his guilt beyond all doubt.

 Until I found the final clue.

Somehow he managed to find out

about what I planned to do.

 

He was convinced nobody knew

About  the research I had done.

Which  in effect was quite true.

I much preferred to work alone.

 

 He wanted to be rid of me.

and though his plan met with success.

 I will defeat my enemy

The fact I’m dead is matterless.

 

He sought revenge I sought justice

His is a pyrrhic victory.

I have ensured he’ll pay the price.

 for his past sins and cruelty.

 

The proof of his identity

at least of who he used to be

Will stand up to close scrutiny

He’s not the man he claims to be.

 

A Jew who managed to survive.
 he stole a new identity.

 And some how managed to contrive

 to convince every one but me.

 

Though he is held in high respect.

because of his ability

 There is no way he can protect

 his reputation for honesty.

 

Although I chose to work alone

The papers that I leave behind

Will show the truth to everyone

He was in fact a mastermind

 

 

of the final solution.

Which brought about the Holocaust.

There can be no absolution.

He freely chose he was not forced.

 

Unlike the wretches that he killed

because he had the power to.

His twisted dreams could be fulfilled.
do anything he wanted to.

 

I was not fooled I could see through

the lack of continuity

and spent my life determined to

destroy his false identity.

 

He thought if he was rid of me.

He would be safe no one doubt

 the truth of his false history

But very soon he will find out.

 

He has not heard the last of me.

There is no way he can deny

The truth of his identity

 Although the world may wonder why.

 

He was allowed to get away

 with his charade so easily

 But in the chaos of those days

 he was not checked sufficiently.

 

The time has come when he must face.

 A different reality

of opprobrium and disgrace.

It had to come eventually

 

Although he tried to live a lie.

Fate had other plans in mind

The clues I needed she’d supply

Though they were difficult to find.

 

I was obsessed I had no choice.

It seemed that fate had chosen me

 to give unnumbered dead a voice.

Which I have done quite obviously.

 

I won’t be here to celebrate.

He was a step ahead of me.

 but he had left it far too late.

I claim the final victory.

 

Friday, 13 November 2009

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Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

Man this is too rich to be untrue Bravo I too have a nemesis who stalks my waking hours waiting for the chance to spring Brav969o

[Tracie Skarbo]

wow...i am left wondering if this is a true story.