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shaiontheprowl by shaiontheprowl
August 28, 2013
in POETRY
Reading Time: 2 mins read

June 5, 2012   5.09PM

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Roll out the ropes

Tie up the catch

Roll out the drums

Tonight we found ourselves a match;

Scratch the match

Set the fire

Keep the ropes tight and the knives near

A feast we prepare, gather the kinsmen

For tonight we call ourselves to learn

The fate of those who steal and deprave our lands

Call the young and the old to bear

Witness to this crime to wipe another crime

To erase from our town these slime

The lowliest of their kinds who didn’t give a dime

Whether we died or lived as swine;

Come witness the burning of flesh

Cooked to redeem all that was lost under duress

But, we won’t go through this, will we?

Alas, we look at our faces and none can tell….

‘Cos, there we are at our tethers’ end!

7.12pm

Merci

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