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the law

Under Stones

poetry

Under a law which knew no mercy,
It does not take any consideration
To know I wouldn’t have made it.

Should I have been there then,
In short order they would have
Dragged me outside the camp.

How many times over,
I cannot begin to estimate,
I would be under stones.

September 6, 2011September 9, 2011 beighartman Tagged dead, stoning, the law 3 Comments
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