He Walks Alone Poem by Claire Hastie

The sun burns his skin as he walks alone
Crosses the road to his empty home
The years of age scarred on his face
The family he had... left in disgrace.

Dirt and stones thrown his way
He knows God won't help him today
Mothers and fathers hurl abuse
What he has committed is no excuse.

The devil has spurned his thoughts to die
He knows his crime, but will he ever cry?
Human abuse is more evil than evil
His lame excuse was a little feeble.

His life sentence still carries on
Even though by law he is free but still wrong
He will die alone and afraid
He deserves what he gets is what they all said.