A TOLL TO PAY

 The flames of the sun could light his path

and he would not see the errors of his way.

If he were caged and submerged in water,

he would not feel the helplessness.

He could be skinned from head to toe,

doused in salt and would not feel the pain.

And should he lay face-down in the city sewers

he would still not be able to smell the disgust.

His whole family could die before his very eyes

and he would not know the same sorrow

There is nothing anyone could do to this man

That would allow him to know the same anger.

For this mans actions have been seen by a nation.

And a nation has seen his quick finger

A nation has seen his lack of conscience

And a nation will also see his eventual demise

This man will live his life knowing he murdered

He will also live his life thinking he is free

But this white man who’s been called a hero

Will have his day with the reaper

When this mans clock runs out of time

His last two visions will burn his eyes

The first will be a tombstone with the name “Dudley”

The last, will be an arrow with the name “Sgt. Deane”

Whether he dies by nature or by the hands of a brave

Whether he goes to heaven or to hell

This man with no remorse and no soul

will learn one way or another - He will pay his toll.