Gallows

There I stand before the trial
Tasting the bitterness of denial,
Struggling shackled from liberation,
With fear blowing kisses in flirtation,
For what are the cries I incite,
What are the wrongs me you’d indict.
The pre determined answer guilt.
Upon a sand foundation built.
As the crowd, no mob, grows violent.
In time of war, laws fall silent.
To the gallows I go by choice.
You can silence me, but not my voice.