Treason (a poem)

When you caught me
I loved my queen
Saluted her picture
On the landlord’s wall.

When you caught me
I was talking to freinds
Speaking of spain
Standing in the hall.

When you caught me
I found my friends
Had been planning sedition,
Treason and plot.

When you caught me
I felt sure
That in trial, where their verdict
was guilty, mine would not.

On my way to the stake
I recanted my faith
I recanted my friends
Said anythng to avoid their ire.

Tied to this pike
I commit the crime for which I’m punished
Screaming treasonus insults
As they light the fire.


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