Barbara Haskell

Rookie (March 6,1952 / tulsa, ok.)

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.


Comments about Hang Him High by Barbara Haskell

  • (11/3/2007 8:30:00 AM)


    There's no easy solution to
    The problem you cite
    As emotions ride high
    And reason takes flight.

    Such is justice as we know
    Some are found guilty just for show
    When the truth is obscured by
    The telling of a well worded lie.

    While others walk free
    Just because, well that's the way that it be
    For they are 'victims'. And yet
    Frontier justice is set
    To punish those who are caught
    In Society's net.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 3, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011


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