Hanging from a tree
Rope holding me
And no one sees me
Hanging in my oak tree
Do you ever think of me?
Would you have saved me?
Could you have changed my fate?
It doesn't matter
I'm just gonna be hanging
From the branch
Of my beautiful oak tree
There was no judge or jury
Only a rope and peoples furry
Claimed i killed a man and a child
Didn't know that i was a killer simply
Because i passed by
But now i longer worry
About gods judgement
I only worry
He will condem a woefull widow
And not societys sinner
All of these thoughts
Can be heard underneath
My oak tree
Where i hang from my necklace of rope
Hopefully it will be a symbol of hope
And not used to hang another
Unjustly sinner
And may you all remember me
And my beautiful
Strong
Powerful
Undisturbed
Oak tree
If you were to place a stone
Stating RIP
Please make sure to explain
It doesn't mean
Rest in peace
Rip
Rise in Protest
Of Injustice
And inequality
Now please leave me
To hang
In gods beautiful
Oak tree
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My Symphony
PoetryWelcome back. Last we talked about identity, today we are gonna talk about lifes symphony. Peek behind the curtain and once again, you'll see a tiny a bit of the darkness within my mind. Wether it be classical, jazz, pop, hip hop, rock or any other...
