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Everything so narrow,
On his way to the gallow,
Looking back at his life,
And to that one-day strife,
Don’t led him to where he now is,
Never can he be free.
He wished he didn’t throw,
The hard death blow,
That made his neighbor go numb,
Never to rise again.
One thing he has to do,
Is to forget his past sorrow,
And head freely to the gallow.

This poem was written/submitted by Maradesa samuel.