Here is my latest poem. I tried to paint a picture of what I know some people had to go through years ago... I tried to use this as my way of speaking out against what was done, but it only painted the picture... my own rage didn't fit in there anywhere... (This is probably my most descriptive writing...) - Matthew D. Ward 07/05/01
I sat hidden behind Grandma's rose bushes
As I watched the men in white robes slowly emerge from the woods
Their torches came from deep within the thicket of trees
I, at first, thought they were nothing more than lightning bugs
But lightning bugs don't carry the stench of pure hate
With the men in white robes was a young man
He was being dragged across the ground
And next to a tall oak tree they came to a stop
One man threw a rope over a branch and tied a noose at the end
While another carried a stump for the young man to stand on
I could barely hear his pleas for mercy
They had silenced once he was standing on the old stump
He appeared to be shivering, for the night was cold
One man kicked the stump out from under him
I watched as the young man jerked upward and scratched at his neck
Soon he was still, and the men in white robes began to walk away
I watched as their torches faded away once more
Leaving me with a shadow of the young man swinging left to right
Left to right... left to right...
by Matthew D. Ward
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