by Leona (Heathisforme)
He took a box to the train
He was almost too late.
He grinned at the man’s pain
As he opened the gate.
He watched the train go by
When he heard a noise.
He let out a sigh
When the man had no voice
As he looked round
and said his name.
The man on the ground
knew it wasn’t a game.
He heard a sound
And gave chase.
They fought on the ground
He knew this face.
He had to testify his story
And did not like it
The brother was sorry
And wondered as he sit.
A knock on the door
They came storming in
They were mad to the core
Told them it was a sin.
The brother was mixed up
Did he want the case?
He picked up his cup
As he felt the debase.
He weighed his choices
and felt the wrath
He heard the voices
and did the math.
The brother took the case
and saw the pain
Upon his family’s face
He was in trouble again.
He did what he had to do
No matter what anyone said.
This he knew
that a man was dead.
The brother had to doubt him
Put him on the stand.
He went out on a limb
against the cowboy tanned.
He sat on the seat and sweat
answered questions left and right
He was in his brother’s debt
And wanted to fight.
He doubted his voice
But it all came out
As the killer made a choice
As he began to shout
“He couldn’t have seen me!
It was too dark”
The shadow from a tree
blocked the mark.
The brother was sad
that he lost the case.
He wasn’t mad
when he saw his face.
He came home that night
worried what to say
He decided to set things right
and apologize his way.
“Your brother made an error”
“Do you know what he means?”
“No” said his sister fairer
And that was the end of the scenes.
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