He sat and stared, I wish he said something
None dared speak for my crime was second to nothing
Hypocrites! For we have all sinned
But nay, they judged not themselves but silently grinned.
Guilt sat, enthroned in the room
But conscience was slain and we were burdened with gloom
Justice was swept out and not a trace left
Evil gawked at me and left me bereft
Their mute lips and glaring stares said it all
It tore at me, scratched off my skin and still stood tall
They condemned me, yet he stared on silently
They sentenced me yet he still stared, sadly
The executioner picked up his axe
The gentle breeze blew my hair into my face and made me relax
I would straighten it but my hands were in locks
The mixed stare of the crowd, the warm bird droppings that landed on my dread locks
Those two seconds of tranquility, clarity and bliss I caressed, for those were the last I would get
As I felt the cold axe called life slice through my neck, my hands bound by my existence began to fidget
One last glance at my condemning crowd; my thoughts, emotions, choices, mistakes, consequences and Karma, but the only face that mattered was his, the face of my lover, self will