Guilty As The Guillotine Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

A woman stole a poem
And had it out
There as written
By her and when
The world read it
It kept reading
As two words that
Said one thing
Guilty guillotine.
When she took the
Guillotine and tried
To cut the poem out
Four words appeared
Guilty as the guillotine
They said. She looked around
To see where the words
Came from and saw no one
But the gavel dangling in
Front of her.

For if you defy
The statutes and
Run around with
Stolen goods I will
Warn you once in surreal
Dreams and then make sure
You end up where
The likes of you belong.

You may accuse because the
Devil is the accuser
But the truth runs the
World. Mark my words, said the poem.

You can ask the shredder
If I have not done this before
And it will tell you a
Story of cutting up and
Throwing in jail you have
Never heard.

The woman walked
Away in clothes
Tattered and torn
Speaking the words
Guilty as a guillotine
Like a new madness
Had attacked her. Some
Called her a witch for
They thought she was
Casting a spell on them
And went to the priest
To confess that they do
Not not know how their sins
Could be so much that they
Confuse even the devil himself
For he has turned into
A loner that points them out in
The streets. The priest
Told them not to worry
For the cross is meant for
That and asked them to pray
That they sin no more.

Next time you read a poem
Remember the sage and know
What goes round comes round.
For the world is getting smaller
As it gets hotter and more polluted
For we are all guilty as the guillotine
As we go into this world
Of global warming where we
Stand accused by a poem that
Walks this warm world. They say
The children have gone to court
To sue the rulers whom they accuse
Of negligence. We know the verdict
For we saw the gavel hanging in the
Air saying guilty as the guillotine.
They say the government argued with the gavel
Only to be told to go and hang for the
Gavel is never wrong.