Scapegoat

He wore his long white coat

Looked into the mirror and straightened his tie

Showed his teeth and made a howl

Looking satisfied he pushed his way to the big room

“This is my time. This is the day I’ll rule”

The doors opened and lights pointed to a golden throne

He was led to his seat by trumpets and hails

Once on the throne, the hangman appeared

And with a quick play of hands turned his tie to a chain

Which he straightened around his neck until it broke

Not long after the hails turned to shouts of disputes

And then all lights went down except the one in the middle

Where lays a white coat

On its back is written “Scapegoat”