Wise MAN walking

April 26, 2011
I am marching o juryman
On paths trodden times before
A crow cawing
Guards sleeping

The man I shove
Committed terrible deeds
Of justice and order
He admitted no things

I shove the shackled man
Into a death room
I strapped his knees and hands,
Head too, he begged

He whispered for mercy
He only felt guilt
He was held in infamy

i faltered
i missed
i begged for forgiveness
for the things that i did

The tattered battered MAN
Couldn’t stand

Rest and


Zest



And when the lever was pulled…
i woke up
I woke up





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