Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #45: You’re on death row for a crime you didn't commit. Write about it. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
Scapegoat
Was it really just
the wrong time and place?
If so then I must
believe the disgrace;
justice serves capricious fate.
Or worse, sinister
designs did snare me,
and their minister
still wanders free;
I a scapegoat to pay his fees.
The red mist beckons
but obscures my sight.
The judgment reckons
no longer my plight.
Second murder ends tonight.