EVERYONE KNEW HE WAS A THIEF

You knew he was a thief.

Everyone knew he was a thief.

It was written with font 100 over his face.

They grabbed him and tossed him to the ground.

The kicks and blows that landed on him made music.

It had a similar pattern.

You and Pastor stood as you both observed.

You knew he was a thief.

Pastor knew he was a thief.

The scar on his left cheek drew a Nike sign.

He must have stolen a goat or a laptop

Maybe this or that.

Or anything to have had that scar.

The injury on his right eye was still fresh.

He must have tried to rape a young girl to have had that scar.

His scars stood like a medal to crimes he had committed.

His face the show glass.

They got tires and petrol to burn him.

You knew he was the thief.

Everyone knew he was the thief.

In the gathering you were, he wasn't ready to confess.

"I swear no be me" He cried.

No one was listening.

Not even the lawyer.

Not even the police.

Not even the pastor.

Not even you.

Everyone supported him to be barbecued.

A soldier from the gathering hits a big plank on his head.

He collapsed.

You all didn't know if he was alive or dead.

No one was concerned.

Everyone knew he was the thief.

You knew he was the thief.

"I get Jazz. Move back everybody." A native man yelled.

He blew what looked like a powder.

It fogged the air.

Its smell was strong.

Like mint.

But stronger.

You all protected your smelling organ.

"Nah me. Nah me. I thief am. Nah the phone be this"

He brought it out.

"I steal this wallet too" He raised it up

You were shocked.

It was your wallet.

Never knew how it got off your pocket.

You must have been carried away watching them beat the innocent thief.

Ignoring the main thief that stood beside you.

The Pastor.