The End of Tyranny

They let us out of work that day
To see the trial of the evil man,
Who'd treated us as slaves.
The prosecutors he'd appointed,
Newly freed of their old fears,
And newly bent on seeking justice,
Read him lists of heinous crimes.
His judges wouldn't look at him,
But, when the evidence was in,
They said, as one, that he was
Guilty. He looked very small that
Day, surrounded by so many
Cops, who led him to his prison
Cell. The people in the courtroom
Clapped, but only briefly. Soon
Enough, the cops were back and
Growling, "Get to work."



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-03-24 at 11:52

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