Poem – Torture – Alice Walker 

When they torture your mother plant a tree 

When they torture your father 

plant a tree 

When they torture your brother 

and your sister 

plant a tree 

When they assassinate 

your leaders 

and lovers 

plant a tree 

Whey they torture you 

too bad 

to talk 

plant a tree. 

When they begin to torture 

the trees 

and cut down the forest 

they have made 

start another.

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