Blind Justice
The posse rode out
at a quarter past dawn...
a legion of vengeance
and ornery brawn.
They were thirsty for blood
with a debt to collect,
their aim was revenge
and some home-spun respect.
It went without saying
that justice was due,
but the truth of the matter
not one had a clue.
The noose that awaited
was ready to swing
but Destiny is an
interminable thing,
and Karma is crafty
and patient and true...
They searched for a shadow,
Though, they knew not of who.
A crime was committed,
and blood had been shed,
but I am the one
they were after, instead.
Old Bartemus Jones laid
in wait, in the dark
and shot my poor Pa
right dead square in the heart.
He left me an orphan,
and he was to blame.
Though, I may be a child,
it was my debt to claim.
Bart said he would kill me if
I said one word,
but I knew in my heart
that his debt was deferred.
Pa said “The Good Book” says
"Thou shalt not kill"
but "an eye for an eye"
was the cost of Bart's bill.
So I took my Pa's knife
and I hid in the wood,
then I plunged that blade deep
to the hilt, where he stood.
I tossed that old knife
in the bottomless well,
and left Bart to die
in the spot where he fell.
I quick ran back home and
jumped into Pa's bed,
pulled up his blanket
right over my head
and that's where I fell
to a calm, dreamless sleep
cause, what old Bartemus sowed,
a mere child made him reap.
So the posse rode out
with real justice in mind,
but they were confused
and their justice was blind.
It was me they were after
but no one would guess.
I was nine at the time
and they call me Sweet Bess.
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