The tension rises, the stakes are high, As the poor man vows to make the mafia cry. The commissioner urges caution and calm, But the poor man’s rage is like a ticking time bomb.
The surgery begins, the bullets must be removed, But the poor man’s heart is heavy, his spirit unimproved. As the family waits outside, anxiety grips tight, Hoping and praying for a miracle, for a glimmer of light.
But tragedy strikes, the patient slips away, Leaving the family in anguish, with nothing left to say. The poor man’s grief turns to rage and despair, As he vows to seek vengeance, to make the mafia beware.
The scene is chaotic, emotions run wild, As the poor man’s family fights to see their loved one, defiled. The security guards stand firm, refusing to yield, But the poor man’s determination cannot be concealed.
In the end, the loss is too great to bear, As the poor man’s world crumbles, leaving him in despair. But his resolve is unbroken, his spirit still strong, As he vows to seek justice, to right the terrible wrong.