Justice and Beyond

Once again she stood by her own
The friendship: the stillness and she had borne –
 Her soul mate in times of need,
Comforting and consoling her over her deed.
Yet again, the men clad in dirty green
Had brought to her another – Oh! Dozens she had seen
Hooded men in black, with eyes misty and throats dry
Gasping about their children, struggling to muffle a cry.
Held them all in her arms, she had
Caressing them softly, whispering there was nothing so bad
About the world they were to step into.
She could sense them sob, she could see them move
Their tender lips parting to tell her what they knew
Of the world – its sorrows plenty and joys few.
“Tell me more” – she would say
But the earth beneath them would give way
And the soul with whom the world she had shared
Would leave her weeping and sad.
“Why do they do this?” she asked her friend
For he was the wisest for company, the Lord could ever send.
“They kill for pleasure, and for greed they kill
And blame their brothers, who would share their will.
They say, my dear, that the Law is blind
Little they know of us who weep, for we are kind.
But come a day there shall, when Man and his sons
Will embrace one another and put down their guns.
And beg your pardon, and of the mighty Lord
And free thy silken braided cord
Of the dead in the ground it has sown
And of the deadly knot for years it has worn.”
 And thus spoke he, and blended into the cold
Leaving the noose and her feelings atop the pole.