Anguished bellows from the shallow gallows
with a circling disgusted hooded fellow, who crows follow
choking the restraints of the living baits
for whom the trap doors do swallow
for those who gave up on a new tomorrow
for those who saw a crowd of hate
and saw nothing but strength to borrow
for those dangling the short rope, short on hope
kept down low, for whom time grows slow
for the solo artisans in their darkened studios
the ones who refuse to go with the flow of the status quo
even though, the knotted cables is the only gift difference bestows.