Poems of Ima Ryma
|764.||Pro Anti Anti Pro||12/21/2013|
|767.||Profile of Young Black Men||11/7/2013|
|768.||Proud of the Kids||3/25/2013|
|772.||Push For Compassion||3/5/2013|
|773.||Push of a Button||10/21/2007|
|774.||Putin On Pushy||4/7/2014|
|775.||Python on Path||4/25/2014|
|777.||Racist or Rude?||4/2/2013|
|778.||Rags to Riches||2/4/2013|
The crowd had gathered in the square.
They came to watch a young man die.
The sherriff brought the killer there -
To the gallows, to hang him high.
At his courthouse window he stood.
The Judge watched the sentence below,
Carried out as he knew it should.
It was the law that it be so.
A prayer was muttered by the priest.