Escobar: The Narco King Poem by Sophie Allyah

I. (The disposal that started the war)

To rule the entire states is one of his dreams
Running in politics was never a problem
He was an idol, an icon and a hero to them
Furthermore he can buy all the voter's whims
After all he was mainly recognized as the king
And on the pinnacle of his game
Exceeding like a rocket from nothing
Shameless as he stood out of the stain

It was an overwhelming victory
With good intentions for the country
So when deprivation happened
He took matters to mend

Stripped from his seat in Congress
It is for the country's best
Broadcasted live, he was a star!
A deposal that started the war

II. (The war)

Gripping the humiliation of injustice
Executed not by verbal or by fist
But by death in his own way of justice
He presented the Grim Reaper of his menace

In the wake of his disposition
The quietus scent became regular in the air
Still, he had the posture on aggravation
On both sides like spitting in the face of fear

It was an overpowering by termination
The death toll from the annihilation
A transgression of abomination
He dominated the Nation!

For him to obtain peace is to create war
It left many people an enduring scar
A madness only a madman would go far
Only Pablo, Don Pablo Escobar!

III. (The condemned)

Though he hides now among shadows
With soulless wards of shallow
A Death's harbinger on the throne
The one possessed such power of a don
Continually, still was the king
Plainest in sight like a decent human being

As he was but not among us
An immoral man deceiving in moral
With powerful adversaries of a great mass
Maybe a god yet still a mortal

IV. (The death of the king)

However, a pitiless monster has a weak spot
And everyone can assure that
Family was his entirety, his everything
Keeps him moving though tired as he seems
He could sing and dance, dance and sing
In his breath, the life he gave at the seams
Through his fam death found him
The scenery in the thoughts a heartbreaking
But not for the narco king
A victory party for the country on a brim!

Even if he was witty, capable in stable
Death is inevitable

Albeit many contemplated until now
Inarguably up to the end he refused to bow

V. (Pablo Escobar)

From the very beginning
This was his way of living
The life he led was at anomaly
Norm was never his vignette, verily:
A merciless murderer?
A tyrant ruler?
An extraordinary gentleman?
He was not average like others
But, a loving son, husband and father
That makes him, nevertheless, human