Below is an untitled poem that I dashed off in response to a situation that arose earlier today.
Untitled
Tried and convicted of a crime in absentia
No voice given until the verdict was decided
Given no guidance to change
No case to rebut until the time was too late
Thrown to the wolves
Without a chance to prove
Lessons learnt in the meanwhile
Given no chance for redemption
Just thrown out with the trash
A discarded wreck of a man
With no hope left to live for.
No voice given until the verdict was decided
Given no guidance to change
No case to rebut until the time was too late
Thrown to the wolves
Without a chance to prove
Lessons learnt in the meanwhile
Given no chance for redemption
Just thrown out with the trash
A discarded wreck of a man
With no hope left to live for.
© Myles Cook, 13/02/2014
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