Executioner Poems - Poems about Executioner

*Image of Dr. Harold Shipman by Film Daily. Dr. Harold Shipman: Judge & Executioner: REVISED The D.A. hoped a tenth suffice although they moped much more be nice but after all who'll question his a man of gall and expertise. Who walked about so well at ease that no one doubt he's worth his fees cause dead, don't shout he does what he please. They gave account of just a few, much higher...

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The Executioner -Walter Rossman Wield I do, this executioner's blade one could even hear the faint stirs of a violin played with sadistic elan, and sense fear on this man's face, concealed, this executioner's blade, I do wield. When I bring it down, many a head fall yet today, I'm frightened, unlike protocol, through the veil,in his eyes I see a plea for...

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If I was an executioner I would be a failure pure and simple. I would believe them. And I would free them. If I was the executioner. They would all ask for me. Knowing how easy I can be. No one would cry. And no one would die. If I was the executioner. So you are all voting for me! What lovely townspeople you are! Sure I...

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Wouldn’t it be odd if she didn’t believe, And ignored the truth that occurred, Denied all the proof of what other folks saw, Denied what other folks heard, Ignoring the transcripts, not wanting to know, Not asking the folks who were there, Not digging a bit deeper and doing her job, Choosing, instead, his despair, Well, it seems odd...

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THE EXECUTIONER --Death Of Marie Antoinette The raving of the night is everywhere, you lie in candle-light; you brush your hair, while Paris lulls to sleep, the storm goes on more promises to keep, before the dawn. More lightning gloats your room, you shake your head and thunderous, the gloom would raise the dead; in shadows from the sound, where devils wait, you...

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a just judge thats' fair ...

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Pushed off a cliff, Down a flight of stairs, Lying shattered,choking, In a pool of my own blood. Defiled and degraded, Knowing nothing of myself, Other than my name. I lay on the cold marble floor. Absurdly,I thought that I, Had achieved a state of grace. Though trampled and gasping, For I had obeyed my vows. I castrated myself for my other. Even sending him other women, When...

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A tinge of guilt or a twinge of sin Ghostly pallor on his calloused skin Taking a man's life away again Might the hangman's conscience be in pain? Society's dregs must pay their due And to him it's just a job to do Innocent, guilty, it matters not He must obey those who call the shot. Tonight he'll have sumptuous dinner Grateful folks treat...

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A verbal warning this day of redundancy, an end to Twenty-four years of hard graft, releases doleful innuendoes from those safe, left on the staff. Each dawn! That initiates, now leaves the sound of silence ringing, in one’s dependable mind, each journey down “Everglade” strange, empty and wry, now the dignity of retirement, fade from an unveiling sky. Yet! Upon this February day, the puppeteer of Vevey reaches...

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