Tradition Poem by Stefanie Fontker

Tradition



Red are the arms
Of a jury chair.
And fools are those
That speak contrary
To their ignorance.
Quickly comes the man
Whose purpose has
Only ever been the knife.
For where else could he,
Would he ever be?

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Allemagne Roßmann 08 October 2011

And to be honestly foolish..this tradition will continue..

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