The Death of the Highwayman
The tightening of the rope
The fading hope
The jeering crowd
I guess it's allowed
The flickering of eyelids
Capture snap shots of kids
Sitting on adults shoulders
Shouting out their orders
“Die Scum, Devils child!”
The crowd are going wild
The smell of animals dung
I'm not the jackals son
The sudden, snapping
Another hanging
Neck breaks
Body shakes
The Death of the Highwayman.
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