The rope is hanging!

The rope is hanging!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Lynched are his thoughts
Just hanging
By the mob, their rules.
A struggle of words, truth
Guns blazing.
The story lies within
A man dangling
On the rope, tried.
Slapped, the injustice,
Gallops away,
The saddle empty.
The wrong man.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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That happened many times in the old west . You expressed your thoughts very well in this little ditty. Valentine

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

Thank you Kathie
A fantastic write wrapped with injustice and philosophy....cloaked in beautiful imagery.

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

Thank you Jane for your review and kind words
The good, the bad and the ugly comes to mind as 'Blondie' becomes caught up in a three way split for cash...lol... i love Clint Eastwood films, especially the man with no name westerns... great piece here, Andrew... lynched thoughts, hanging and a blazing pen to scribble them down... sometimes the wrong ones are hanged; an occupational hazard, I guess :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


yep---"they made three mistakes, the money, the hanged the wrong man, and they didn't hang him long enough"---

i am humming the music even as was reading this scintillating poem about a poet being lynched...and most likely just because "they" don't understand him....



Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

Very true J You tick all the boxes! Glad you enjoyed this! Thank you jacob
Haha very funny Clint ;-)

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

It was based on Clint being hanged in his westerns lol Thanks Africa!:)

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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