The Convict Part 5

Intrusion on silence's speech Ushered in by a black van's screech. A wigged man in his spectacle Sits in tentacles of fates and miracles And bystanders troops in and out Some either chants, sings or shouts. An old man braced himself at the dock Vehemently clinging to the tinge of luck Gallery of evidence and exhibit were displayed At the gleeful eyes of the persecutors and the dismayed The judge have seen and heard it all To give his sentence and leave the hall "Death by the rope" he declared with the gavel On a sound block just before it clocked eleven Though, he knew his judgement has no laxity To determine his professional sanity