Injustice

I've always thought it strange,

What happened late that night,

When the moon rose proud and mighty,

And the stars hung high and bright.

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I was only ten years old,

When the truck came to my home,

I did as I was told,

Got in as the engine groaned

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The owls were hooting softly,

As we wandered through the trees,

Flame flashed through the branches,

As were led on through to see

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A crowd of hooded figures,

Head to toe in white,

Holding blazing torches,

A dark unholy light.

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In the centre stood a man,

With a noose around his neck,

Rope around his hands,

A pistol to his back.

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His eyes were wide with fear,

His dark skin shone with sweat,

Then as we got near,

I saw what I can't forget.

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I turned to my father quickly,

I couldn't understand,

That man was our carpenter Samuel :

A kind and gentle man.

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My father shook his head,

Then he bustled me away,

'I'm sorry son' he said,

'It has to be this way'.

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The sound of samuel begging,

Was the last sound that we heard,

His kind voice softly breaking,

As they ignored every word.

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We broke free from the forest,

As the rope was pulled so tight,

Then no more sound of Samuel,

As he was swallowed by the night.

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They never gave a reason,

For what went on within,

Why a good man had to die for the crime,

Of the colour of his skin.