Al Gale
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The Judge

Stumbling along through torrential rain,
His face contorted, he ran through the pain,
He crashed to his knees, and cried without shame,
And hoped beyond hope that he`d see you again.

You put this poor man through torture untold,
But with courage and effort he slipped through your hold,
It amazes me, he gave nothing away,
Told not a thing from day to day.

He only survived because of his love,
Together of course, with some help from above,
Refused to betray the ones on his side,
It`s a sad fact of life, this man nearly died.

And then at the end he could take no more,
In a split second rage this man became war,
Two of your men were instantly killed,
Yet not a drop of his own blood was spilled.

But now I can see that you got it wrong,
He was never supposed to have lived that long,
And I would hate to be in your shoes,
What happens to you, I now have to chose.

There`s nothing worse that I can do,
Than what I`m about to do to you,
See what you`ve set upon yourself,
Is a lethal hazard to personal health.

This man`s now made of nothing but hate,
And it`s clear he will retaliate,
You`ll all agree that it is your fate,
That for all of you, it`s already too late!

© Alan Gale 2020