Lynch Mob.

I walked back to the crowd of people waiting,
they watched my approach, expectantly –
mouths hung open from the truth they’d just seen –
dirt shaken up from my heavily dragging feet,
they all stood like simpletons and stared right at me;
my chest was on fire and my lungs couldn’t breathe,
I stumbled and lurched, too shocked to believe,
I tried to cry out, but no sound would leave me –
“Praise Jesus!”, cried one of them –
and the whole crowd began to repeat;
it took me some moments to find my footing,
before I realized that they were praising Jesus for me,
“No, it wasn’t Jesus…” I said as I pulled the noose free,
the lynch mob had left me for dead on the branch of a tree,
but as soon as they rode away to report my defeat,
I cut myself down and found myself free –

4 thoughts on “Lynch Mob.

  1. Rita says:

    Damn!!!

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