Justice Hard, cold footsteps
on their way to forever. His face
is
he holds anticipation inside. Outside they sigh
they applaud.
murder
his hands are danger
Some for his finish
he holds the derll inside.
Some for his injustice
Outside they chant
Most for their pain.
they scream.
Some for his
life
Some for his blood Most for his
soul.
Heavyr metal doors
stand between him
and the end of his reign. His eyes are cold his lips are tight
he holds the past inside. Outside they clap
they wait.
Some for his death Some for his salvation
Most for their peace. Strong, leather straps
are fastened to his legs to his body and mind.
His heart beats faster his eyes plead forgiveness
--Angela Peach
