Being a De Lozzio

De Lozzio - The name struck fear

Or grudging hate into the brain
Of those who’d crossed their bloodstained path
And lived to see the world again.

My father was the founding light,

My brothers stole and killed for fun
And now the papers speculate
About their hideouts in the sun.

I only went to church with them

Because I hoped there was a God
And if I spoke of mortal fear
They’d sneer at me. I was the odd

One out - the runt - the dyed black sheep

Who tried to make a name elsewhere
Yet, staining every enterprise,
My family ties came up for air.

So now my CV speaks of deeds,

Degrees and plaudits won in vain
For in my head and in the eyes
Of fearful men… I’m just a name.