Look upon my kingly empire,
built on blood,
on that thousandth lie,
on the honest cheat,
and the tears of forgotten lovers.
Hear my voice as it cries,
'Mi Catturare Morto! ',
capture me dead.
You will not take,
my god-sent corrupt influence,
my kingpin crime Heaven.
Nicholas Peter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mafioso/
