The Test of Time

I stand here the noose around my scruffy neck can’t stand it anymore time has arrested and the hangman had to answer just another call Have done no wrong stood firm in the face of interrogation did not mumble a single word have merely voiced my point of view dissented The fading sun is blood red on the horizon like the revolution waiting for a song of change no blindfold please and get it over and done with But the executioner is so busy at the gallows the bottom does not drop for one final shout to squeeze from my throat in firm conviction I stamp on the floor but the fall lies in waiting the last supper now merely a distant memory but should I not look forward when passing on Finally there is movement as the scaffold trembles snapped crumbled crunched to pieces the sky recedes yet there is no silence but can I dream when dead Shaking with tremor the ground opens up in justice it was not my fault but the earthquake came in time and the rope guides me from underneath the rubble