Jungle Justice Poem by Emmanuel Ayinoko

On his heels with the world after him

the world was never in anyway to him nice
but he has to pay the price

but is life worth the price
what would be his gain if everything is vain

famished but, really wants to be filled
in a while he is set to be ringed about by both men and women, young and old.

this circle was bigger than his mothers cooking pot,
he is set naked and then thrown down at a spot,

the young, the old and infants, were all given a chance to spit on him,
he is then charged with purloining and rustling

And to be tried by the jungle court
he stole my bread, he stole my pot of stew,

each person kept pointing fingers at him
but all he kept on pleading was for a second chance

he said what he did was spontaenous
he is accused of every theft in the community,

even people he never knew accused him, though guilty to some accusations
but what would be the outcome of this meeting

his soul could no longer bear the pain

he is then sentenced to death, soaked in oil, and a tyre, around his neck,
tears streamed down freely, nonstop

his soul could no longer bear the pain, and then fled away leaving the flesh
to a place nobody knows

and that was the end of the life of an ordinary child who stole a bread to quench his hunger
was mobbing going to quench the peoples anger?

what is worth a soul, a bread or two?