The Criminal, The Verdict

The criminal and his verdict.

The final hour looms near as she began to pray 

She had found a hairpin that had laid around the bed 

She picked it up and strewn it, tied around the back 

This time she couldn't miss the judge and the verdict of the act 

Her face was awfully dusted but she didn't mind at all 

She had worn her sandals and had planned her journey well  

She had the white paper hidden in her trusty little bag 

'This time it's gonna' work', she thought and she was on her path 

The roadside was all empty, all at the Silver Stone 

Where everyone was waiting and they're picking up their own 

They're waiting for the criminal, they're waiting for his voice 

They're waiting to see the verdict, their waiting to see it all 

She couldn't help but notice, her gut was staring in her face 

She couldn't help but muster, the courage she couldn't take 

The echoes of the corners screaming, 'kill kill kill!' 

Jenny advanced closer, and more closer to the view 

The Silver Stone struck open, out came the judge and Kane 

'He deserves a punishment, more severe than what he paid!' 

The people threw their fists in the air and shouted Kane's head 

The judge silenced the crowd, with his arms oh slightly raised 

'This boy is a mindless behaviour, a torment to the world 

the minute he stays on this Stone, the minute evil prevails 
we have to kill him now, for we cannot be sure 

if his acts are condoned, then we might never will!' 

The judge had everything right, but not his pathetic words 

Jenny moved the slip of paper, and advanced closer to the Stone 

She couldn't help but stare at Kane, who was left there all alone 

This time she had to make a choice, and she had to make it now 

She dropped the slip of paper, and turned her back away 

The judge had seen nothing but the voices in his head 

The people repeated 'kill!', not knowing what was said 

She had done as she had promised, and decided not to stay 

The slip of paper flew, and it flew across the wave 

It drew much more attention, than the criminal Kane 

The judge had seen the contents, attempting to make it fade 

But Kane was on his feet, this time he couldn't wait 

He shown it to the people, who stopped their loud chants 

This time he knew that Kane had won, following his plan 

The judge was left to serve, what was seen for his return 

The verdict was his own, as he prepared to burn 

Author's Note

It was not well-written, I know, but please give me some useful feedback!

Reviews

[Abhishek Ramchandran]

A nice poem i must say.... I really like reading such poems.... My mind was drawing pictures of the event you wanted to convey in this poem.... :) :) :) :)

[B30]

Thank you for the great comments! It was such a great motivation! I must say your poems too are constructive and artistic! Thank you again! :D