Trial of Robin ....
It was a bleak day that morning when they led the criminal to be executed at the execution centre. It was bleak as the weather was cold and gloomy with heavy overcast skies. Even the surfaces were coated with a wet layer of moisture from the morning mist, and some areas of less than six inches above the ground level, we shall not speculate on its contents. On the side of the street, lined up like the bed of flowers found commonly in the country cottages are the common folks which makes the underprivileged crowd; they were all standing looking glum with their unwashed bodies and exposed barefooted limbs. Some wore feathered coverings which are now coated with mud. A mongrel was seen running up and down the street braking at the crowd, but unheeded by them for she was looking for her puppies lost in the standing crowd.
On the other end, there on the high platforms are the aristocrats looking splendid in their silky feathers and even languish themselves in the heavy splashes of colors and aroma. I know the smell at the town centre can be overbearing and today is no exception. Even the feline company was pampered with morsels of meat served by willing slaves who ran like mices.
But what called them to this place on this morning.
There are here not to rejoice at the coming of the flamboyant Sheriff or the selfish King of theirs, whose self proclaimation in place from the rightful throne person.
They are here to salute a bright young robin whose named was on everyone’s lips.
Soon the doomed convict arrived and the name of his given by his fame was called louder.
‘Robin! Robin! We love ya!’
Now that is a good cheer for a convict who robbed from the rich and fed the poor. If not for the selfish act of this convict, the common population would not had tasted the full grained wheat in their mouth. They would had just stopped their recipe at the ground produce or leftover unwashed wheats. If not for the unselfish act of the convict, the rats would had taken their fill from the crowd and scrawny vultures would picked their bones for marrows.
It was in the trial, the words of the defence attorney rang with utmost clarity and meaning that touched even the goose who was tending to its flock; ‘Robin was no thief, for the acts are for the common folks. Robin took the things from the rich without their permission but Robin did it out of true compassion and love for the fulfilment of the common folks. Tell me, among all of you creatures who sits on the platform; did you ever performed such noble acts before? Or is it below your rank to served the common folks? They did not despiced you of your rank, they asked is your recognition of theirs in your salvation. You needed them to filled your tables with food and yet you scorned them for the fact they needed to fed to bring the food on your table’.
Even the attorney who represented Robin never saw the deadly blow that came. And now Robin is to be executed for the deeds, which the ruling one said so in the delivery of the execution; ‘Noble are your cause, but the deed was foul in deliverance, so hence the punishment is to be deserving of it.’ No plea was recorded of Robin except of two syllable; ‘chirp chirp’ as Robin Hood has its head wrung by the Lion and devoured.
( Such is the rule of the jungle, you are at the mercy of the higher echelons of the animal ranks. )
