Some Rights of Memory

Does a bad crime make a bad person? What if no one ever asked for forgiveness? A family looks at the pieces of a life spent Pursuing wealth in the absence of morality, Wondering where it all went wrong. The past cannot reveal what the future holds, As the hedge fund crumbles under the weight Of those pesky regulations once ignored. The rubble is all that is left of the castle, Yet some rights of memory remain for Those bold enough to try to stake a claim.