Below the hanging tree I wept
Remembering the past.
There was a secret I still kept
Or – it kept me aghast.
A secret so ingrained in me,
An ache, a pain so deep,
A nightmare all day long for years
I could not fall asleep.
Beside the hanging tree I crept
My world – a shrunken hiss…
That fateful night I found the cure
Was in the air I kissed.
Beneath the hanging tree I dreamt
Of stranger things to come.
But all my dreams were swiftly swept
With shafts of morning sun.
Behind the hanging tree I stepped
And took the leap of faith.
And now I know you are to come
To this most sacred place.
The memory of ones we lost
Will never fade away
And neither will our love for them –
Not for a single day.
We might seem peaceful, fair enough,
But we have shown our teeth.
When freedom cried and duty called
We chose to clench our fists.
With every step along the way,
With every drop of blood
We learnt there was a price to pay.
We hardened our hearts.
With every cut and every bruise
And every shot we took
Our numbers grew, so long the queues
That everywhere you looked
You’d see the mothers and the sons,
The daughters and the dads,
Their fiery eyes, their daring hearts,
Their disregard for death.
With every blast and every hit
And every shrapnel piece,
The hopes went high, the dreams grew big –
Our dreams of lasting peace.
But first there was a war to win,
An ego to submit,
Old gods to cast aside for good
And fears to defeat.
A score of scores to be paid off,
A destiny to meet,
Old shackles to be shaken off,
A brave new world to greet.
And long and hard the battle went,
The toll is still unknown…
But to this day we reap the fruit
Of seeds of love we’ve sown.
…
And now, around the hanging tree
We join our hands
As we recall what made us free,
What brought peace to our lands.
I smile as I linger on –
A minute, maybe five
As I recall the war we fought,
The sacrifice, the lives.
I weep no more, so wild and free,
And all I ask of thee:
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree?
If we burnz you burnz with we!
23-24 Feb '17