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.


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