Youth In Verse The Rope Picture

The Rope

I saw the gallows standing
Oh, so sturdy,
Standing in the midday sun.
I dropped the hammer and the nails
Oh, it’s finished,
Marvelling at what I’d done.

Then I climbed up to the top.
The rope was in my hands.
The rope, so warm and gentle,
Lay there in my hands.

I tied it in a noose
Oh, inviting,
Double checking it just in case.
And I saw the other gallows
Oh, so many,
I think perhaps, it was a race.

So I climbed up to the top -
Put the rope around my neck.
The rope, so warm and gentle,
Tightened round my neck.

Then I heard a voice call lightly
Oh, so moving,
Asking what was going on.
I looked at him incredulous
Oh, amazed,
And told him how it all goes on –

How we climb up to the top
Slip the rope over our head,
The rope, so warm and gentle,
That hangs us till we’re dead.

Then suddenly it came to me
Oh, so slow,
There was no need for what we did.
That this was not our life’s design
Oh, so cruel,
It was just a mindless habit.

So I climbed up to the top –
Threw the rope down on the ground.
The rope, so warm and gentle,
Would not catch me hanging round.

But the others did not hear him
Oh, so sad,
Or they did not understand.
So the thousands kept on building
Oh, intently,
Until they finished what they planned.