Rough JusticeA Poem by Chris Shaw
There are whispers in the valleys,
there are rumours in the streets and it's spreading like a virus as on gossip people feed. So the curtains are all twitching, see the eyes are peering out while the bad boy tries his utmost to ignore the jeers and shouts of the stupid and judgemental who want justice meted out. Then they hide behind a corner in the shadows of the night, with their weapons in their pockets and their purpose burning bright. For they'll knife him in his stomach and they'll boot him in the head, then off they'll flee into the night while leaving him for dead. A new day's dawn, you are in jest, another man has since confessed.
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15 Reviews Added on December 8, 2018 Last Updated on December 9, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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