The Lynching Party

The tree stands limp, dormant within a garish black unheard sky Innocently displaying (Mans inferiority complex) Light reflects white which lays in leaf and dried blood Which once flowed as two, then, young men The dark is lost ..in time..yet again Angelic sprites hang as christmas baubles for those Who seem fit to smile and point So much white, in teeth and flesh The shirt reflection is good and oh so good And angelic and dark are ne-er the twain And what a party! we would believe them say With their bobbed hair and smile as bright as they Could muster for the camera The gaggle The beast Who in their filth and ignorance Once believed To lynch a man is a fair mans game To smile with one pointed finger (have you no shame!) Please note... this is a competition entry based on a picture i found disturbing but wanted my say... when we are young angels are always (as far as i know portrayed in white and the darker side) well that speaks for itself... in the picture the goodness seemed the calm dark sky and the two poor souls,where as the foreground where most of the light is reflected seems all that is wrong with this world... american lynching in the south 1930shttp://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/1930-lynching.jpg I won a gold for this.