Twisted up
Tossed about

Turned around
Beaten down

Hung from the neck

Clinging by a thread

Now at the mercy of the wind

Strung up
Stretched out
Baking in the sun

No trial

Innocent man
Biased decisions
Vigilante justice

Circumstantial evidence
Instant reaction
No proven facts

Twisted up
Swinging wildly
Flailing around

Screams to wimpers
Wimpers to silence
Now dead inside and out

Hung by order of public opinion

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Six feet deep in the cold hard ground

Looking up
Laughing now
Fools not realizing what they have done

Convicted for my words

Killed for my thoughts



Gone but here forever

For my ink is permanent upon your lips…