Note: I really don't know what this is, I had to write it for my English class off the poem The Sadness Tree. We were supposed to pick a line in the poem and let our imagination roll with it. I hope you like it, my class did.
Another rope to another tree. It seems like everyday I do this over and over. More and more nameless, faceless people passing by as they hang for their crimes. I stopped letting my emotion show after the third, a little boy, hung for stealing a loaf of bread. He was hungry, but nobody cared he was a criminal. Now I feel numb, no emotion is left in my body, even if I tried to feel I wouldn't want to. Nameless, faceless people pass through everyday. Who will be next for the executioner to silence? Stepping out of the carriage a young girl, age of five, was in cuffs. It's final, there is no voice for the innocent. Only fear.