Turn it to stone, with eyes of a Gorgon
In shameful hanging, an abysmal black.
Like one there’s many; for many only one
An objective defined; suffering undone.
Forsake its living, ignore its words
Remove civility; its existence – mute.
He becomes it and it becomes nothing
Its lesson learned; evolution comes.
Turn it to dust, with time or fire
Put up a stone, a picture – a tale.
Never forget it, its words and actions
But never – ever – let it happen again.