Metered Poetry

A Lynching Tree

I used to be a magnificent tree

Luscious and full of greenery

And birds would sing

To my whispering leaves

But when they tied that tree to me

I had no songs to set them free

And all we do now is weep and weep

At the base of my bones

And their bare feet

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