A Friend's Deception
In 2005, on a July morning
James Aderman killed my son
His "so called friend" from what I've heard
But, no "friend" would do what he done
He left my son in a row of trees
Like a dead animal along a road
He either walked home or called for a ride
Who knows, from the lies he's told
He called the local authorities
His vehicle was "stolen" he said
But, Jamie knew where his vehicle was
And he knew my son was dead
He then called a bunch of people
Asking if they'd seen my son
Driving the "stolen" vehicle of his
To cover what he had done
Numerous times he placed these calls
Acting like he was concerned
But, all of these were nothing but lies
From the evidence and the truth we have learned
Blood was found on the airbags
That deployed when the crash occurred
More blood was found around the site
There was blood on my son's shirt
None of this blood belonged to my son
Someone else had to be there
Someone who left his "closest friend"
A "friend" who showed no care
The State began to investigate
They knew that something was wrong
When Jamie was questioned later that day
He sang a different song
He hired an "experienced lawyer"
That his wife had used, you see
When she hit another vehicle
And killed a mother of three
So now this couple have taken two lives
Six children were left behind
Both deaths so utterly senseless
Their scars so etched in our minds
I realize that accidents happen
And lives are sometimes taken
But to be left alone on a country road
Called a "thief", abandoned, forsaken!
There is no excuse for what James did
"Friends" don't do friends this way
The hurt, the sadness and loss we feel
Are worse than words can say
I used to be a "Biker"
It seems like ions now
When I knew how to hurt my enemies
But, I still remember how
So, as a dad, that has lost a son
The Judicial System is a sham
I've put my faith in The Righteous Judge
I'll let Him deal with this man
But, life goes on and as the years pass by
We're to mature and age with time
But James Aderman, I will never forget
You killed a son of mine.
This poem was written about the man who was driving the vehicle that killed my son.
PS. This man got 45 evenings in jail, a fine, and 4 years probation.
James Aderman killed my son
His "so called friend" from what I've heard
But, no "friend" would do what he done
He left my son in a row of trees
Like a dead animal along a road
He either walked home or called for a ride
Who knows, from the lies he's told
He called the local authorities
His vehicle was "stolen" he said
But, Jamie knew where his vehicle was
And he knew my son was dead
He then called a bunch of people
Asking if they'd seen my son
Driving the "stolen" vehicle of his
To cover what he had done
Numerous times he placed these calls
Acting like he was concerned
But, all of these were nothing but lies
From the evidence and the truth we have learned
Blood was found on the airbags
That deployed when the crash occurred
More blood was found around the site
There was blood on my son's shirt
None of this blood belonged to my son
Someone else had to be there
Someone who left his "closest friend"
A "friend" who showed no care
The State began to investigate
They knew that something was wrong
When Jamie was questioned later that day
He sang a different song
He hired an "experienced lawyer"
That his wife had used, you see
When she hit another vehicle
And killed a mother of three
So now this couple have taken two lives
Six children were left behind
Both deaths so utterly senseless
Their scars so etched in our minds
I realize that accidents happen
And lives are sometimes taken
But to be left alone on a country road
Called a "thief", abandoned, forsaken!
There is no excuse for what James did
"Friends" don't do friends this way
The hurt, the sadness and loss we feel
Are worse than words can say
I used to be a "Biker"
It seems like ions now
When I knew how to hurt my enemies
But, I still remember how
So, as a dad, that has lost a son
The Judicial System is a sham
I've put my faith in The Righteous Judge
I'll let Him deal with this man
But, life goes on and as the years pass by
We're to mature and age with time
But James Aderman, I will never forget
You killed a son of mine.
This poem was written about the man who was driving the vehicle that killed my son.
PS. This man got 45 evenings in jail, a fine, and 4 years probation.
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