Wrathful creature, vengence is mine to uphold
Silence your putred tongue
You are the chosen Wicker man, I toss you to the dancing flames
For too long you have let lies spew from your mouth like a festered sore
A man backed by the masses, you are Legion, for you are many
All nations gather round and listen to a tale of promise, of hope
Send the drones to battle, watch the dead stack the dead
Sit and watch on your throne of thorns
Send them home from battle into a far worse war that exists in the mind
Apply one phrase to justify all the blood shed and anguish
Power is your only alliance
You have judged unwisely and now you must be judged
There is no hope for you, forsaken heretic
The people speak loudly and they speak of justice
The people have turned against you
The shadows are gathering beneath you
Follow closely heretic whilest I guide you on your final journey
Charon awaits for you to board his vessel.
Todays poetry contest entry was written by Rachie.
Do you think it could be the best new poem in 2013?