Waiting for Hope to Strike (Old Lightning Tree)

ah, but our liberty
(for them and me)
is tied to the branches
of the old lightning tree

when your threats came
you tried to shame
but ignored us
and though we did explain

this, our liberty, you see
for them and me
veins and gizzards
to the lightning tree

we are stuck in tar
bound to what we are
and when we roam
we are never far

from boughs and leaves
that shades and feeds
sticky gory tendrils
that meet our daily needs

though axe, you see
might rip us free
we starve to stray
from the lightning tree

so you come joking
warning of a fire choking
of the selfsame flames
that you were stoking

your bibles fanning
plots: years in planning
yet, yours the guilt
something worth damning

our liberty, you see
for them and me
regrows under the ashes
of the lightning tree

and though we're in fetters
at the hands of our betters
we carve in the earth
our initialled letters

L.G.B.T.Q.I.

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