Gallow bird swings in the charcoaled sky
Onlookers cheer their fear as another soul
Hangs from the hemp threads fraying noose
Spiral knots pirated,…weave fear and mayhems
Tightly nailed are those wooden arms…
The truth weeps upon silent branches…
Chaos rises to mortal greed
Those eyes of destruction and shackling rules…
Order in the courtyards!
Servitudes are never done!
Deafness can hear the command.
The floor drops below…lost are their measures
Barrels stepping stools reveal…
Hiding their truths behind identifiable masks
Knowing integrity sets to fire a flame in their soul
The sky echoes eternal freedoms
as the gallow bird swings to and fro…
(Written: August 1st, 2010 5:21 a/m)
© Poetess Victoria L. McColley