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Category: Poetry

The Judges

The Judges   When they started building the gallows, I did not notice the signs. Carpenters came and went everyday. Many served as a jury for the Right Hand Path. One Judge tried me for the Crime of G uilt in the First Degree . In his vision, each act of kindness was dishonorable. Every word I uttered to defend myself, lacerated the skin of someone dignified. They had no soul, only the Flesh of the hatred. Charity and compassion were my crimes. Love did... Read More
Posted by Amanda Sanders at Tuesday, October 11, 2016
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