The Hanging Tree

As disillusion becomes a way of life
it begins a chosen path of strife,
the impassioned ones are not ever free
to become the thing they want to be.

Regard them closely, forget pretense
shed false morality, the voluntary flinch
look in the heart which reads like a book,
the sorrow, the joy..the tolls they took.

Just remember years later, when you forget
of the life survivors through chance you met
they were the ones who held the key..
standing beneath the hanging tree.