Red-Skinned Scapegoat - Cryptopsy

Shackled and confined within this tiny cell

I await punishment for a crime I did not commit

Flies and rats accompany me here

The bars gleam moist with condensation

As I sit throughout my last sunrise

This tiny island was called Admiral when I first arrived

Now it’s overpopulated and infested

Framed for murder

Another red-skinned scapegoat

My hatred of diversity condemned me

The man they believed I killed

Was sitting at peace when he was shot in the back

His dining room table became his deathbed

Flimsy evidence supporting an airtight case

The murder weapon misplaced

Fallen coincidentally to the bottom of the lake

His wife glared at me in the courtroom

A devilish stare I will never forget

Her tear-streaked face radiated with a glint of hope

As the judge revealed his verdict

So now I wait as the sun slowly rises

Counting on my last hours

Pleading for forgiveness

Although I am guiltless

The time has now arrived they are standing outside my chamber

The noose has been set and the crowd has gathered

The noon sun blinds me as I approach the gallows

So much that I can’t see my family weeping at the back of the square

Tied and bound with a burlap sack over my head

I can only hear what they are doing to me

The last thing I perceive is the gasp of the crowd

Just before the rope swings taut

Framed for murder

Another red skinned scapegoat

Left to hang

In another man’s place

Framed for murder

Another red skinned scapegoat

Eternal red skinned scapegoat