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'The Crime of Life' : a poem
'The Crime of Life'
Through the cobwebs
of discontent
in the darkness of the deepest
I,
lies
the crime of life
I,
the criminal
await
with panting breath
and bleeding heart
in the dock of life
I,
who once pranced around
like a proud peacock
flouting my feathers
now sitting timidly
urgently seeking relief
awaiting my fate
as the silent bells of times gone by
toll
vibrating in screeches
inside my hollowed soul
I,
the judge
donned in flowing robes
sit upon my throne on high
to judge impartially
to hear the testimony
of the prosecutor
and defender,
finally
to commit the accused
to freedom
or penance
as the jury finds fit
I,
the jury
sitting beside
my unlikely peers
from all walks of life
all shapes and sizes
all colours and religions
sit down
to hear the accusations
and rebuttals
'YOU
are accused
of the most hideous crime of all
- living
an UNFULFILLED LIFE'
cries out the soul
And
I
knowing
I
am the criminal,
judge,
jury and defender
ignore the prosecuting soul
and contemplate
the next crime,
knowing that
I
will never be found guilty
or committed
And the hollowed soul
just goes on
crying ever louder
until
finally
the sound becomes unbearable
and through the cobwebs
rays of light
pierce into my darkness
The defender
runs out of excuses,
the judge
is shown to be impartial,
the jury
was rigged,
and the soul
was seen dancing
for the first time
And then
I
found myself
to be -
not guilty
Pepe.
