they're selling postcards of the hanging (BT)

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a flash lights the night

the bodies swing

from branches of the old oak

such an awful thing


no trial, no jury

just a vengeful mob

nooses around their necks

while a lone mother sobs


a murder was committed

by a dark skinned man

no one confessed

so lets hang all we can


5 men silently sway

in the cool of the night

eyes glazed over

bodies robbed of life


those gathered in joyous mood

a child on a drum banging

while wives cry for the dead

they're selling postcards of the hanging


poems inspired by BOB DYLAN'S ... 'Desolation Row'Donde viven las historias. Descúbrelo ahora