Justice by Angela Peach

Justice by Angela Peach

Hard, cold footsteps

on their way to forever.

His face is murder

his hands are danger

he holds the devil inside.

Outside they chant

they scream.

Some for his life

Some for his blood

Most for his soul.

Heavy, 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

he holds anticipation inside.

Outside they sigh

they applaud.

Some for his finish

Some for his injustice

Most for their pain.