Trial and the Judgement
Thrashed her life in that vicious fuscous night
Tattered her body in that mucky verdant site
Shattered her dreams in that bloody wicked plight-
Four feigned “civilized” beasts enjoyed their bite.
They waited their turn to deracinate her
With ears and hearts fastened against her prayer.
In ineffable agony, nature tried to cover
Her broken form with a leafy, gentle shower.
When tired they spared her for a midget time
And wrapped in a blanket to set a meacock crime
Soaked her in fuel, then burned her as their scheme—
And disenthralled the soul of the decubitus dame.
Now tell me the judgement of these cruel critters
Hang or guillotine — let justice find its splitters.
Lynching or castration — the punishment we impose,
Sharpen your quills — let the verdict close.
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