He calls his cartel
to outline his hell.
Gold must flow forth from
his brilliant black well.

Rich and protected,
in place, selected,
murdering while he
stays disconnected.

Shamelessly jaded,
morality faded,
though blood paints his hands,
the crime is evaded.

Courage of others,
fear of their mothers.
Hubris, the force, kills
sisters and brothers.

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