The Responses of a Weeping Willow

Ask the weeping willow why it weeps:

I fear the clinging ivy as it creeps,

I saw Socrates drink his hemlock down,

And doomed etheral Opehelia as she drowned.

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Ask the weeping willow why it cries:

I fear the lonliness of tragic long good byes,

I heard the cannons echo at Verdun,

And the muskets' buckshot bursts at Bull Run.

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Ask the weeping willow why it laments:

I fear what hatred and cruelty represents,

I felt the force of atomic radiation,

And the invisible fire of man-made annililation.

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Ask the weeping williow why it mourns:

I fear the supple roses through the thorns,

I smelt that perfume, the xenophobic whiff,

And the odor of marching lemmings towards a cliff.

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Ask the weeping willow why it grieves,

I fear I have no heart upon my sleeves,

I sense humanity's approahing final swan song,

Will be heared long before... we can all just get along.