Tuesday, 7 August 2012

Creative Writers Corner Challenge 42


It was now just an old gnarled tree
Seen better days
Branches hanging, broken from the weight
of last breathes spent in a haze
Were hard times, we did our best
Our best was not good enough
Life was tough
No food, no money, oh we fought for survival
The law thought different
Crime was our rival
They used the tree to hang us all
One after the other, fate made its call
So if you pass by just spare a thought
for the misery
When we were caught 

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