John Bliven Morin
A Ballad Of Sad Gnus, Page 2 Of 2 - Poem by John Bliven Morin
Lu didn’t weep in the courtroom,
Lu didn’t weep on death row;
An’ when they came for that last long walk,
She acted like she didn’t know.
An’ when the switch they threw,
Her soul, out of her body, flew.
Now some say her soul went to heaven,
Some say her soul went to hell;
Some say the good Lord pardoned her sin,
But only the Lord can tell.
Goodbye, poor little Lu,
We won’t soon forget you.
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