The End Of The Rope

One way for the wicked to find,
Executioners end their time,
Taking out the slack in the line,
Was it right or unkind?

Dangling helplessly,
The town gathers to see,
Cheering rightfully,
Justice served to thee.

No words can talk you out of the mob,
When your name burns on the mouths and the ears throb,
Who is sorry to see go this useless slob,
Questions now only answered by God.

Hangman of the gallows grants last right,
Speak before you go off into dark night,
The dim grey fading of the day's ending light,
Vanishing life from further sight.

Sort of pathetic how,
Sorry and regretful what the guilty vows,
Crowd chants kill in sneering howls,
From the end of the rope the dead vacates their bowels.