Verdict

Whispers echo through the room

murmurs rumble towards me.
Flashing glances gazing stares
piercing eyes rolling in from everywhere.
Rumor growing overflowing lies
rattle despite my battling mind.

The mob is pitching at my twitching
pitch forks prodding torches a flare.
The persecution and execution
to a deed I would not dare.
I've been pined for the sin
never given the chance at innocence.
With my end society should amend
yet they act knowing not why.
The innocent condemned to die.