Blood Soaked Sky Poem by Yoan Konkobo

They tighten this rope on my neck
Three unfortunate souls
Left with no respect
A peripheral glance to both ends reveal
My brother hanging to my left...
While my father dangles to my right...
The mob watches
As the human pendulum swings
The Angel of Death
Spreads his wings
We were treated as murderous criminals
For what?
Our deeds were so very minimal
I look up to the sky at last and see
A blood soaked sky and my family
Dead, but Free
Now as the crowd starts to simmer
The world around me gets dimmer and dimmer