This poem is dedicated to the memory of my father who passed years ago; a self made man who taught me the importance of never using people in order to get ahead. A poem written after my father passed, emotions all heightened; it speaks on its own, no explanation needed. (Rough Copy. To this day no title has been given) The time has come to mourn Thunder has fiercely struck our home I lay here wrapped in your clothes The fireplace unable to keep me warm Tears flow as my bones ache with pain Can you hear me or are my cries in vain? Samurai, I am now left alone The spider's reign has begun No matter, I will not succumb Swift and shameless were their blows The body not yet buried Yet the luxuries are now raining The kingdom you built Sold to the highest bidder piece by piece…