He kept to the shadows
And walked across the meadows
Head bent, belly spent
Down the barn past the taunting primrose.
They say he’s a blackguard
And that, all must be on guard!
In the valley and the gully
For he’s sure to slice us without regard!
It seems he took the life
In fishy circumstances, of his wife
She’d pleaded ‘n’ even conceded
But in the end nothing got off the strife.
‘He’s crazed,’ they wail
‘Can’t be trusted’; ‘He should be in jail,’
None dare argue on this issue,
They brand him ‘no good’ and there’s none to bail.
My neighbour says it isn’t fair
For the man couldn’t hurt a hare
‘It’s a frame up they’d set up’
Now he’s hunted ‘n’ his kin is in despair.
They promptly sit on judgement
On others’ pathetic predicament
‘A sacrilege!’ they cry and ‘the man has to pay!’
And then walk off for a nefarious commitment.
In the dark, silhouette foreplay
The phantoms grin malicious and gay
Their eyes glow red like an eagle’s beak in blood
While he sat concealed hoping for another day.
Another fine day
It never came, they say
They led him to the gallows across the meadows
Alas! Dead and stiff, in silence he lay.
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A sin it became
A curse they couldn’t tame
Their family broke up; their judgment turned a joke
And they repented in shame.