The scene of a serving of justice.
|Word Count: 251
Line Count: 37
Form: Free verse
There stood a man once,
In the court of a king,
To account for his deeds,
And save his fate from sheer pain,
And a death of suffering.
This man had been a servant,
To the kingdom his entire life.
He had spent working day,
And sleepless nights,
All for the good of mankind.
He had built shelters and taught the poor,
Dug wells so deep that people,
Would get water for hundreds of years.
He had built schools and hospitals alike,
Held the sick in hands and,
Cleaned their wounds his entire life.
When it was time for his evaluation,
He needed not give any justification—
Or so he thought.
The King stood tall from his throne of gold,
“Damned is your fate,” the man was told.
Perplexed was the man at the King so old,
Demanded a reason for he was bold.
“You had spent a life in service indeed,
You had served mankind with glee.
But let me announce your only crime:
You didn’t vote for the King when it was time.
And though your service has been good, no doubt,
All I can offer is a pat before I lynch you alive.”
The man stood, perplexed, at what had unfold,
As the King pat him, so gentle, on the back.
Of he was taken to be stripped and lynched,
And on the way he thought:
“I had done what he couldn’t do,
This worthless King.”
And for that, he was punished,
However unjust it might have been.