The Vagabond

The Vagabond A courageous vagabond Led by oppressors to the gallows. Plodding through the mud-filled streets, Feeling cool rainwater running down his spine. In his face we see the pride That brought him to this place. As he nears, the tension grows. The gallows strain for him. They throw the lever; Death fills the sky. The oppressors leave. There he hangs. No one mourns a vagabond, For he is nothing in their eyes.