Scaffold Poem by ANJANDEV ROY
Scaffold
The hangman was ready
To hang the convict,
Slowly the convict came
To the scaffold,
Then he muttered in an indifferent way,
"I have to leave this world
With a false accusation,
Truth and justice has never come in my life."
The hangman remained strict and rigorous,
The ominous crow cried in a shrill voice from the sky,
"Injustice and falsehood is the soul of the filthy earth."
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5/4/2024 12:06:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Not the soul of Earth but from dark forces that live upon our Earth. Anyhow, with that, a well penned poem A.R.