There is no sigh of relief as the gun smoke fades
A man slumps forward
Tethered to his stake

Their accusing ropes
Claw deep into his wrists
For his passionate crimes
Uttered only in darkness

Though he’s fastened to death
The rage of the masses
Will quake unafraid

Given over to a plague
Beckoning,
Revolt

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