triumphant grin

As the day died and the night awaked I went out only to smell something half-baked The cross bond fire illuminated the skies With loud screams and tearful cries The atrocious stench of burning flesh Didn’t quiet come across my nose as fresh The triumphant giggles from the robbed men Stirred my anger as they said "Amen" He hung from the tree like a fruit Only to appear as an over ripened grapefruit His crimson blood dripped to the root Like a driver in his ocean dwelling wet suit Time pasted and his cries faded With blood and flesh the ground was shaded Time pasted and his body became crinkled However his hands and face grew wrinkled His body became very dry Never knowing the situation would be so awry I ran home, away from danger Tears flooded my eyes from rage and anger I wondered endlessly what the poor boy did Because he got lynched and he was only a kid I'm sure he wasn't guilty, no doubt he was innocent But they killed him when the moon appeared crescent Those ghost-robbed men, the Klu Klux Klan Just couldn’t let him go, he had no right being a free man But they despise the color of his skin So they lynched him, to achieve that triumphant grin