The Hanging Tree.... Poem by Eric Cockrell

The Hanging Tree....

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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!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Smoky Hoss 08 February 2012

Way to go Eric, love it!

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Dave Walker 08 February 2012

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.

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