The Executioner
Executioner
Tormented
By the recollection
Angry memories
Harsh and unpredictable
Like stormy seas
Constantly attacking
Fierce gales
Torn sails
His reality a calamity
Ghostly faces
Filling spaces
Blood of the innocent
Slaughtered dissidents
The body count continues
Day after day
Hour after hour
Thoughts are shallow
On the gallows
Human cries
Say anything
And everything
False absolution
Collusion
Betrayal
For trading space
Another place
Only to avoid
Raw unchecked abuses
Guillotines and nooses
Claiming lives
Husbands and wives
Stolen youth
Sharpened knives
Taking, taking, and more taking
Those willing
Demand the killing
Such a sound
Of a screaming crowd
Blood they crave
No lives are saved
Guilty pleasures
Deadly treasures
Systematic execution
Of living pollution
Do what’s right
Or lose your life
Every soul leaves a trace
Hearts race
Each face
Etched in memories
Only he can see
Until he finds his Judas Tree
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Good grief ! Why would they want to be an executioner? You express the position very well with good phrasing, Ralph. The memories they have give me the chills.
Some great phrasing and unique word use that marks your style, Ralph. Concise and well structured; very much enjoyed my friend.
Wow Ralph. I couldn’t imagine being an executioner, how sad each must be. There’s nothing positive from taking human life. Excellent rhyming, fast paced like a quick kill…oh boy. Nice work Ralph.
I guess I’m just reveling in being totally out of my element from a subject matter choice – poetry seems to take on a life of its own when a new perspective is introduced
The Executioner Song rings of sorrow and regret, yet I truly believe a fine deterrent for those who choose to kill others indiscriminately and totally premeditated. One must rid our world of those vermin and the Executioner job would be appealing to some, we are in a world of turmoil and murder. Give me the robe and let me stand on the platform to the chopping block, or lever to put those vermin to their death. I would have no regret, nor loss of sleep at night. Nice work Ralph.