I knew the man

Tied, beaten, burned alive, you can kill the man but feelings still survive

Pummeled, broken, bound with wire left inside a car set afire

Numbed, shocked mind locked, brain struck, what the f**k 

All that was left bones and teeth closed casket with a black wreath

Ashes of memories stuffed in a box, only skull no more curly locks

Three confess under duress thirty years maybe less for their excess

And I sit and think how the smell of burning flesh does stink

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Hard hitting rough justice. I guess that is what happens when law and order breaks down. Confessions under duress. Stinks to high heaven, we seem to be seeing a lot of this in the current climate. You do the crime then you pay and deserve the price for it. That’s my justice. Dreadful way to die. Sends shivers up my spine Soren. Knowing the man, that must make it all even more distressing.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you so much Chris for the read and comment it means a great deal. There are things that are hard to deal with in life but it goes on none the less. Appreciate your understanding.