Innocence or not is on the chopping block today
The call is made and he starts his way down to the streets below.
They see her and feel frenzied
They hate her
She might have been aggressive, naïve, mean
But she doesn’t deserve what they intend.
He makes it on to the streets in time to see her taken away.
He checks his watch, nods and follows.
She’s worried, then terrified, she prays
At home, a young boy sits in class and asks
Why does God let bad things happen to good people?
I don’t know Son, I don’t know.
He finds her tied down crying and kneels next to her.
They don’t see him, he is sent from elsewhere.
Angel of mercy for the righteous.
Angel of sleep for frightened.
Angel of memories happily lost.
His hands cover her eyes.
She slips into shock.
Justice will be done he whispers.
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