The Damned Axe by Stewart Stafford
The axe decapitates a head,
Society’s ills get quickly shed,
Can we trust what we don’t see?
The masked executioner’s decree.
A death by hacks couldn’t be worse,
Carnifex of the jingling cutpurse,
Blood is spilt to slake the thirst,
In the name of God, the law comes first.
A pantomime of barbarity,
To lose one’s head so publicly,
And then be held up mockingly,
The crowd disperses hastily.
© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.
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