The Judges Son

by

Faye Hoffman

One August night,
in a small Texas town.
I'll never forget wat happened.
I'm sure of what they found.

I shouldn't have ever been there.
Should have done what I was told.
But once it all got started,
there was no place I could go.

I don't know how I got there.
There was a lot of drinking going on.
Everyone was a little crazy,
doing drugs,and smoking pot.

Wasn't sure what was really happening.
Didn't realize why we were there.
All gathered in an open field,
in the middle of nowhere.

I saw them drag him from the trunk,
he was bleeding from his head.
He was tied up at his hands and feet.
Crying,because he knew he was dead.

Fear overcame me.
I didn't know what to do.
There was so many of them,
and one of me,and suddenly I knew.

Just what was fixing to happen,
when Ray pulled out the gun.
But the one thing that I didn't know,
was that he was the Judges son.

Accessory before the fact.
That is what they'll say.
Accessory after the fact,
is what I live with everyday.

I wish I had told someone.
It's too late,and I know it's not right.
I'll just have to live with the memory,
of what happened that August night.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Crossroads
by: Estel Sowell
from: Palestine, TX, US

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