Speedy Justice

The scream of the tree hewn down Is drowned in the chainsaw sound. In the silence afterwards All is known In the blood On the ground. The man across the court from me Is going to hang At this very moment, he looks straight at me His eyes pleading, as if he already knows the end. Others will decide, twelve will discuss And reason And argue And hopefully soon Decide. The nature of his crime is to all mankind abhorrent His just deserts are not enough, to our eyes Snapping his neck is too quick for us, and shooting is not allowed But if we could, we would unleash horrors unspeakable And more. The twelve return, and sit down with smiles The man’s hands are white, like his face In a monotone, the spokesman speaks The man, his heart too weak Before I can pass sentence, Falls. Without the rope But quicker.