poems etc.

The execution 



Deep in a town which saw no dawn

Lived a girl whose skin was the color of the sun

Draped in a cascade of black that covered all

But the eyes of spring staring into the gun
Her ornamental fingers behind her head

With knees on the ground common in prayer
As she looked into the grey sky one last time

A glimmer of hopeful light pierced her stare
And loud her soul splattered on the soil

Red bore in as her mark of rebellion 
When last reunited with the single celestial 

That others were soon to join

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