LYNCH MOB
No time to waste in contacting the police
Tyre round his neck and fuel-soaked bloody body
A matchstick invites a conflagration
Kangaroo verdict on the victim
Attempted theft they said
Poor soul whacked
And the worst part preoccupies
A helpless eye witness with a fractured voice
To her heels she takes
To avoid giving statements
What a place to be
Are the lofty angels quiet again
Ah! This LAW of anarchistic maniacs
Mock you to the letter.
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