Open Poetry #1 |
Louis Riel: The Trial |
JuLiEt Junior Member
since 1999-06-29
Posts 44Abbotsford,British Columbia, Canada |
The Clock is ticking, Half past twelve, A decision is left to be made. Louis Riel must die For his acts, Or we all will rot with sin. Treason was The crime Accused, Guilty he must be found. The Metis find him Innocent, This evidence bares no ground. He shot an innocent man, And treasoned against His country For that he must die, And forever rot in hell, Or forever his consience be still. Ticking Ticking The clock strikes one, The Jury comes about. We find the defendant Guilty as charged, Death is what you'll get. Louis Riel was hung at noon, And still hangs to this day, As the man who fought for his people, A hero to his name ------------------ ~*JuLiEt*~ [This message has been edited by JuLiEt (edited 07-02-99).] |
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