I Got Burned.
This man knocked over my refreshing drink.
I said what are you doing you drunken punk.
Then he looked at me, pure anger seething.
Out of nowhere, he started angrily swinging.
I stood slowly shaking and slightly swaying.
The man’s arms continued furiously flaying.
I told the punk to back off and just let me be.
Then i started hitting him hard, continuously.
He went crashing down on the stoney ground.
Head hitting the floor with a thumping sound.
An anxious crowd started to gather all around.
On the ground, pool of pouring blood is found.
The policeman came and cuffed my old hands.
Read me my writes like I am already guilty man.
Flashing lights accompanied me to my jail cell.
For both of us I guess it has not ended that well.
The officers just wanted a real quick confession.
Saying, its 2nd degree murder without any question.
He laughed when I said it was pure self-defence.
I waited to see the judge, to plead my innocence.
The elderly judge looked a little more concerned.
I explained all my reasons why I should not burn.
You have with your bare hands you killed a man.
Only appropriate sentence can be passed down.
Policeman smiles, a judge passes the sentence.
The joy in his eyes there’s no hiding no pretence.
Judge requested will the defendant please rise.
In my head I have begun my preparations to die.
You have killed a man and there can be defence.
My only choice is to pass the harshest sentence.
In the name of the law in which we must protect.
For murder I hereby issue sentence you to death.
The Priest visits me to try and put my soul to rest.
Asking if there is anything else I’d like to confess.
I have my favourite meal eggs, chips and bacon.
Then to the public killing room, I am slowly taken
I am strapped down real tight to the killing chair.
Fear settles in when they shave parts of my hair.
Leads, electrodes and wires placed everywhere.
While the audience just sat and gleefully stared.
I was asked if I had anything left, I wished to say.
I said you are killing an old innocent man today.
I was unlucky that trouble man crossed my way.
According to you and the judges now I must pay.
I could sense when the levers were pulled down.
I could feel the electric running through my skin.
I could smell my burning skin as I started to die.
Eyes closed; I said a prayer as I said my goodbye.
Oh Lord I got burned.
Oh lord burn some more
Oh Lord I told no lies.
Oh Lord I got burned until I fried.
Tobani October (2024).
-
Author:
Tobani / Nataiella (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 17th, 2025 01:51
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 27
- Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange, Cheeky Missy
Offline)
Comments8
Oh dear! That was quite a horrifying thing to live through and die for. Should we just take our coffee burn and get stepped all over?🙏🏻🕊️
Thank you for your feedback, have a great Easter
A poem of injustice in an unjust world where little makes sense but all things lead to death. In a random world coincidence happens. No one wants to believe that it is random and everyone wants to think it should be fair. A good story Tobani. Nicely done
Thank you for your feedback, have a great Easter
A sad but true tale. In the court of public opinion we can be falsely accused and even sentenced without the facts. Worse yet, we can be burned more than once. Nicely done, Tobani.
Thank you for your feedback, have a great Easter
I am not fan of the death penalty. It gives the power to kill/murder to the government, and it brings no justice. It just creates more victims as I see it. This poem reminds me of that because it is exposes how easy it is for a terrible accident, in essence, can wind up getting blown up into something it was not. Scary, but happens all the time. Well done, my friend. 🌹👏
I watched one of reality shows of true crime that they show to those of us who cannot sleep, I wrote this about that programme, he genuinely got electrocuted for something that someone else started, thank you for your feedback, enjoy the rest of your day
Wow! So this is true. Case meet point! Too many times and, in my opinion, once is too many. You are most welcome, my friend. This hit home for me as I, obviously, have some strong opinions about this. 🤣 I suspect we share those same opinions. Either way, brilliant poem my friend. I love your boldness in taking things head on! 🌹👏
BRAVO
Thank you for your feedback, have a great Easter
You're welcome
Wow!! Fascinating
Thank you for your feedback, have a lovely Easter
Thank you, hope your Easter was lovely as well
Intriguing words Tobani, the innocent do often get punished.
Andy
Thank you, based on a true story, have fun
You're not allowed to cull laughter with such a macabre and gristly rendition, yet you invariably do, somehow, until I'm left here at its conclusion, trying to stifle smirks and giggles. How capably rendered with gorgeous imagery and a ghastly, haunting poignancy, yet a very lively sense of humor.
Thank you for your feedback, enjoy the rest of your weekend
You likewise!
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.