My Execution
My execution
A condemned prisoner was I,
Hours before my execution,
I was at peace with myself,
Thence came the short shrift,
for confession and absolution,
That brief penance,
Decree post judgement,
for me to confess the crime I never did,
Should have been for the judge
for pronouncing a wrong verdict,
As a sharp edged sword
Inhumanity pierced my soul,
Those men armed with daggers
must not have caused as much pain,
As here the unsympathetic attitude did,
Farther to the cruel world
ready I was to travel beyond,
Where all sins get a pardon
Will innocent not get respite ?
And there I live for all eternity !
Written July 21st, 2015
For contest "Short shrift" by John Lawless
Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2015
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