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swinging in the breeze

down south in my small town  
everybody old enough is a murderer    
or at least an accessory to the crime  
grandma said  they  wasn't even there  
but they knew who was  
and what they did  
with the rope  
and the black boy  
on the tree downtown  
where pretty families  
relax on blue blanket  
sunny summer afternoons  
eating the fresh fruit of today  
while the putrid ghost of the past  
left to rot on the branch  
for three august yesterdays  
swings in the breeze
Written by 0913338 (Semaj)
Published | Edited 4th Jul 2016
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