The Rope Poem by Bailey Staggs

The slide the rope over,
Making sure all is in place
They all sit there watching
They cannot stare me in the face

They want me to pay
For the things I have done
If I pulled up their sins
I can bet they'd all run.

They always try to deny
Every passing on the blame
Not one of them is different
They all act the same

It was all on me
I have done all the wrong
So I will hang at midnight
When the clock makes its eerie dong

Then I will be in Heaven
Where I will be set free
I will be with my Father
One of His angels, I will be

All of those who watched
And blamed me for their crime
Will have to live with their conscience
Throughout the rest of time.