They found him    In the latrine hiding    Dressed in clothes    Fifteen layers deep    The food that he had bled on    Was arranged in stupid shapes    He must have cut his arms to garnish    Plates laid out for banquets    And he had taken others clothing    While they slept    Or while they played    If you want to pop him    I didn't see it    He'd been seen    Watching children playing    Recognized    Because of what he was wearing    So when they finally caught him    He was embarrassed and ashamed    Not cause of his actions    Because of what they made him do    He was not jailed or beaten    He did not go to trial    If you want to pop him    I didn't see it    They made him    Leave in front of thousands    Of crazed and drunken people    Clad only in his boxers    Humiliated naked    Laughed at and then spit on    His punishment was lasting    Atonement is forever