The Tree

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    The Tree

     There was a old man who lived in a tree
    He stayed there so long a skyscraper was he
    He saw hookers and crack heads and things on the ground
    He wondered in life
    What life had been found
    And then on day he decided to decend
    Away from the tree a new life would begin
    He decended and left the branches behind
    Away from his thoughts away from his mind
    As he walked the dark streets which were dirty with filth
    He saw human beings filled with anger and guilt
    He couldn't help wondering why everyone hurried
    He couldn't help wondering why everyone worried
    In his mind he knew life is not a race
    It should be lived in peace and love and grace
    He walked and he walked at a slow steady pace
    He knew he was not a number in a race
    Then he heard a loud scream which came from above
    He looked up and saw a woman being shoved
    As she grasped the iron fire escape
    The man yelled are you OK? Are you being raped?
    What can I do to help you no need to be afraid
    I will climb up the ladder and come to your aide
    The woman looked down at the man with tears in her eyes
    Someone willing to help she found a surprise
    She said to the man surprised as can be
    If you really want to help
    Go find me a Tree
    A Tree where I can go and escape this reality

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    FranzJ commented on The Tree

    10-26-2009

    that is definitly live today, but usually no one wants to help. I sometimes wish I could like in a tree
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    mjonesword

    10/28/2009

    That's interesting. Did you hear on the news today where ten people gang raped a high school girl while at least ten other people stood and watched. The world can truly be a harsh place to live.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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