To put back together
The Guinea fowl egg
That was broken on Her Majesty's sandals.
I am an Executioner.
The why and the how matters not,
It's the Who.
Those who in malice
Destroy good food in fits of pettiness
Then turn to mock the distended bellies
Of hungry children
Shall know no peace.
It is not scoffing egg breakers that vex me.
Those who in silence watched
While the dirty deed was done,
Unconcerned about hungry mouths,
Then proceeded to,
on the miscreants
behalf, plead for mercy,
It is they who stir my bile.
So may I not be blamed
When in swinging my blade
I, accidentally, chop off the heads
Of wailers who stand too close to the guilty.
The Executioner's job is urgent business
I have no time for the niceties
Of giving, those who loiter, final warnings.
***** August 3, 2016*****