Ima Ryma


Poems of Ima Ryma

761. Preserved 2/4/2013
762. Previously Used 9/14/2013
763. Prince John 2/7/2013
764. Pro Anti Anti Pro 12/21/2013
765. Prof Obama 3/11/2013
766. Professional Liars 3/4/2013
767. Profile of Young Black Men 11/7/2013
768. Proud of the Kids 3/25/2013
769. Psycho Pilot 4/23/2014
770. Pucker Yucker 1/9/2013
771. Pulling Neck 11/4/2013
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
776. Racism Acquired 5/27/2014
777. Racist or Rude? 4/2/2013
778. Rags to Riches 2/4/2013
779. Rare Bird 2/5/2013
780. Re Dedication 4/4/2008

In Judgement

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.

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