Freedom and justice have been twisted,
as an innocent man swings from the cruel
arms of a crooked old southern oak tree.
All of his dreams and plans forever changed,
the joy of life cruelly crushed by hatred,
misunderstanding and the cold winds of strife.
In the light of the full moon his family's life
has been turned upside down leaving them lost
and sadly alone as they watch from afar the
ignorant hate that has ended a good man's life
just because he wasn't like the white man and
wouldn't conform to their idea of community.
Donavon Scott Vinson
**This is a poem about the cruelty of racial hatred
and man's misunderstanding of other races and their
ways. I grew up in the South,and unfortunately saw
the hatred and race riots of the 60's and 70's.
It pains me to think of man's cruelty towards what
he cannot seem to understand.The intention of this
poem is not to offend but to remind us of our sad history
when it comes to the rights of every man,woman and child
to pursue their dreams regardless of the color of their skin.**
