i took an axe
and cut down the hanging tree...
every blow a blow for
human decency, equality, and freedom.
and i sawed it up into logs,
and built a fire with them.
into the fire i threw
prejudice, hatred, greed, and apathy.
i watched it burn till
nohing was left but the
crackling of the embers...
even the wind grew still in prayer!
A great poem, hanging is a bad way to go. A great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Time machine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Way to go Eric, love it!