i took an axe <br />and cut down the hanging tree... <br />every blow a blow for <br />human decency, equality, and freedom. <br />and i sawed it up into logs, <br />and built a fire with them. <br />into the fire i threw <br />prejudice, hatred, greed, and apathy. <br />i watched it burn till <br />nohing was left but the <br />crackling of the embers... <br />even the wind grew still in prayer!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hanging-tree-3/
