"Will we live?"
Rang through the air;
A simple question;
Without much care.
~
It was quite loud;
As clear as day;
And soon the wind;
Carried it away
~
No one answered;
Each much to scared;
No one moved;
No one dared.
~
Annoyed with them;
They asked again;
"Will we live,
You awful men?"
~
Then finally;
One took the time;
To simply state;
"Theft is a crime."
~
And so with that;
They crossed the ravine;
And took the group;
To the guillotine.
