Lynching

Tears, sweats, and blood covered his face Screams, rants and clamour covered the place Sticks, irons and stones waved in the air Terrible, pitiful and heartbroken I felt I swear. On their faces were no joy All wanted to destroy From my spot I watched A sight I should have dodged He cried, promised and cursed As he was beaten, stoned and cut Surrounded by an angry mob He'd been captured in an attempt to rob We knew how it would end Surely, would be his last weekend They would watch him burn Out of the gravity of their scorn Just as all hope was lost A vehicle came raising dust He lifted his face and let out a cry of laughter As though he was not going to suffer thereafter With the siren wailing Cops had come to stop the killing To go to jail he was willing He had narrowly escaped death To face his deserved punishment.