Antipodi
09-05-2009, 07:22 AM
This poem is dedicated to those who misguidedly advocate the death penalty
The Hanging Garden
I know a secret place
A place where quiet reigns
Teardrops fill every corner
And water every grain
Beautiful red roses bloom most every day
Their exotic scent brings sadness
No animal or bird comes here to play
There is a place near by
A dark foreboding place
Somewhere...those who are about to die
Dark vile sins accompany everyone
Some so horrible to mention
Even the innocent cry tears of blood
This garden waits for them too
A tree grows in this garden
Its branches strong and true
Stark against the autumn winds
Strong enough to bear a strange fruit
The Rope is strung, a neck is hung
A body dances in the wind
Now the world is silent..the garden waits with
Strange flowers on unmarked plots
The bodies of the forgotten
This garden grows for no one
The stench is stark and rotten
So much despair here..a darkness and a fear
This garden is now waiting ..another's blood to smear.
The Hanging Garden
I know a secret place
A place where quiet reigns
Teardrops fill every corner
And water every grain
Beautiful red roses bloom most every day
Their exotic scent brings sadness
No animal or bird comes here to play
There is a place near by
A dark foreboding place
Somewhere...those who are about to die
Dark vile sins accompany everyone
Some so horrible to mention
Even the innocent cry tears of blood
This garden waits for them too
A tree grows in this garden
Its branches strong and true
Stark against the autumn winds
Strong enough to bear a strange fruit
The Rope is strung, a neck is hung
A body dances in the wind
Now the world is silent..the garden waits with
Strange flowers on unmarked plots
The bodies of the forgotten
This garden grows for no one
The stench is stark and rotten
So much despair here..a darkness and a fear
This garden is now waiting ..another's blood to smear.