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Aunt Mary called my bluff on my expressed desire to write a book and loaned me her laptop which croaked near the end of my story. I am a non published nooblet with a entered a poem in a local contest that passed on for no results showing me that I have all I need. So in return I share like she shared in hopes that she would enjoy, hehe not mourn! So once a week I will spoiler a pretty raw chapter. Starting with intro for week one.
Back in a time when a hand out meant a hand up. When laws made were felt to be just and protective. The American spirit, filled with pride began a time when the helping hand was pushed aside.
America was growing to fast. The Prohibition, which was prepared to protect its citizens, became a paved highway for a different kind of protection. Unlike the Prohibition this protection would go above and beyond taxation. If confronted you will pay for this protection or die!
Today the hand out had to be filled with bribes, with guns turning aside the hand that once helped them up. The long arm of the law was not long enough to slow the corrupt growth of organized gangsters. Using weapons and automobiles they spread from coast to coast choking all that stood in their way. Al Capone, Purple gang and those on their take were hell bent to dominate their markets.
The gangsters began killing all those that denied their authority and those that threatened their future. From roots they sprang up in New York, Chicago and Detroit growing outward, tenaciously feeding their ferocious appetite. The corruption spread like the connecting of dots from Canada to the border of Mexico. They stretched their arms as from ocean to ocean squeezing out every drop of control that they could. There was no place that the thugs wouldn’t go and there are some places maybe they shouldn’t.
This story begins when corruption grasped too far when they began to hurt those determined to pursue family and happiness. They scoffed at those who thought that laws would protect them. As a fist they clenched and squeezed unto their victims very last drop of will. Yet not knowingly that with in this last drop is where old heroes dwell and new ones are born. Squeezed under extreme pressure this last drop will shine like that of a diamond.
A story of when
Thugs reached to high
With history left untold
How heroes are born
And how heroes die
By some who had to find
That grasping the moon
Came with a price
A high price to its shine
America was growing to fast. The Prohibition, which was prepared to protect its citizens, became a paved highway for a different kind of protection. Unlike the Prohibition this protection would go above and beyond taxation. If confronted you will pay for this protection or die!
Today the hand out had to be filled with bribes, with guns turning aside the hand that once helped them up. The long arm of the law was not long enough to slow the corrupt growth of organized gangsters. Using weapons and automobiles they spread from coast to coast choking all that stood in their way. Al Capone, Purple gang and those on their take were hell bent to dominate their markets.
The gangsters began killing all those that denied their authority and those that threatened their future. From roots they sprang up in New York, Chicago and Detroit growing outward, tenaciously feeding their ferocious appetite. The corruption spread like the connecting of dots from Canada to the border of Mexico. They stretched their arms as from ocean to ocean squeezing out every drop of control that they could. There was no place that the thugs wouldn’t go and there are some places maybe they shouldn’t.
This story begins when corruption grasped too far when they began to hurt those determined to pursue family and happiness. They scoffed at those who thought that laws would protect them. As a fist they clenched and squeezed unto their victims very last drop of will. Yet not knowingly that with in this last drop is where old heroes dwell and new ones are born. Squeezed under extreme pressure this last drop will shine like that of a diamond.
A story of when
Thugs reached to high
With history left untold
How heroes are born
And how heroes die
By some who had to find
That grasping the moon
Came with a price
A high price to its shine
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