Hang Him High Poem by Barbara Haskell

Barred, denied by the powers that be,
I could not touch you, only see,
as we sat waiting to hear your fate,
from charges brought by a woman filled with hate.
Mad at the loss of her ticket to ride,
would 'they' see or would 'they' be blind?
Did they hear what the witnesses said
or did the words fall on ears, dead?
Such a good man, now filled with fear,
she's put in jeopardy all you hold dear.
The children you love, your reputation, your name,
nothing will ever, ever be the same.
'They' come back and so non-chalantly announce your fate,
then they announce your sentencing date.
All who know you gasp and groan,
all I can do is cry and moan.
I'll never again believe the system is fair,
truth doesn't matter, they didn't care.
They wanted to believe her lies,
with charges like this, it's hang him high.