A response.

Something we did in my English Lit class, it's a response to Robert Browning's "The Patriot".

Mother took me to the gallows
To see a man among relics hallow
Hanging, swaying in the breeze
Out of time with the old yew trees.

Stranger, why have they hanged you there?
The wind blowing through your hair.
I remember when you were here before
A year ago or was it more?

And this 'they', whoever they may be,
They welcomed you most heartily.
And now they cry, "Entertainment? Heck!"
Objectifying that noose around your neck.

And you just sway there in the wind
Because they - that they! They say you've sinned.

The End

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