Layla Riley-Hill Poet Free verse

The rope is a victim too

The rope Hangs, still
A weapon to kill
It knew its job -
It's purpose, it's will
Yet despite that fact, this gave it no thrill
Even though its job was evil

For centuries, alone 
It hung from many trees
Travelled through generations,
Seen as continuation
A prophecy, for the white man, 
This his legacy 

No rest for the wicked 
A common phrase whispered
No way to defend 
No way to end 
Used an abused -
Seen as only a tool for oppression

But -
If one looked closer
It would show a reality
Not of enjoyment 
But entrapment
Frayed edges,
Barely holding on 
To a life of just being a weapon
But this is not a want 
It hates stolen freedom
It wishes it didn't take life from black people

A witness to corruption
Of lies witnessed
No one will listen when a rope tries to talk 
No one will hear the truth or who's at fault
It fatigue doesn't reside with the victim
But of a system filled with insidious problems

It has harmed, it has damaged
Done the unspeakable
Not of its own accordance
But of the oppressors forcefullness 
Without a body, without legs and arms 
Who is to believe a man made weapon
Instead of Blaming a creation, wouldn't logic ensue to the creator 
After all what is a weapon without its wielder
Without the guide of a finger to pull the trigger 
It becomes as harmless as a paper tiger

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