The Hanging Tree.... (What Do We Call It...)

down through the woods to the clearing where the hanging tree stood... sometimes you can still see the shadows of ghosts, swinging in the hot summer sun... now the tree has been cut, and time has passed, yet the air's still heavy with guilt. do we know more? are we more civilized? or have we just changed trees, and gotten better rope? what do we call the young men sent to die in the oil wars... the young people stuck in the gang ridden slums? the bullied ones who lose hope? the illegal immigrants who die for work? the young couple stuck on unemployment and food stamps? the elderly couple evicted cause they cant afford the rent? the Muslim family afraid to go out at night? the gay couple in love who cant get married? the young children without a father? the millions strung out on pills? what do we call it, if we dont call it hanging?