"Let me be and set me free," the Man in voice decreed
after giving an opinion for which the mob did not agree.
"I will not let you judge me now or enter up a plea
and damn your suppositions for you're all too blind to see
and if a man among you honors God, then take your hands off me."
They only smacked their lips with a sanctimonious hint of glee
as they hung a Man they did not know from the nearest tree.
And justice served was justice had in their reality.
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Copyright © David McHattie | Year Posted 2020
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