So many crosses <br />all strung together <br />An ugly, gaudy necklace <br />the Mother wears <br /> <br />one would wonder <br />why she lets herself be <br />choked, strangled <br />by the parasites <br /> <br />wrapping the great chain <br />ever tighter. <br />One shudder! <br />and she could be free <br /> <br />But ah, she wants it not <br />removed - <br />she wears it in honour, <br />a memorial. <br /> <br />For each cross stands to mark the many deaths <br />of her Arboreal Children <br />that were cut to make way for it <br />and the outlets it serves <br /> <br />(if you can figure out what this is about, i'm proud of you)<br /><br />Happy Taters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-electric-necklace/
