THE SENTENCE

  SENTENCE.

Under the hot glaring sun,

We stood at one end bathed,

Before us sat a multitude of raging citizens,

The jury was compiling the sentence,

Of the allegations levied against us,

Allegations that we were stage acting.

When the state had called to end the heinous deed,

Matt, I and Co. had tried to bring it back to earn a penny.

The sky was clear!

Waiting for our weary fate to be decided.

Time was tick toking,

The impediment of our imminent judgment was killing,

Pushing to the edges,

The roar of the unruly crowd was up surging,

My heart was racing so as my ‘partners in crime’

The head of the Jury stood and summoned the crowd,

“Today we witness the death of the accused before us,

For breaking the laws of the land!”

We were pushed over to the killer machine the undertaker stood still,

I watched my friends taken down as I waited for mine,

Hardly had I been mounted on the killer machine,

Than it broke down and I hang over.

Luckily I lived to tell of my death sentence.

That never was!

 Weaver.