Here’s the poem:

Fried Pies


In downtown Gainesville,
right there on Main Street,
they sell fried pies,
closed on Sunday.

They used to have a circus here,
acrobats and clowns,
revels and feats,
closed on Sunday.

Thirteen decades ago they hung 40 blackland farmers,
who did not want to kill other men,
but just wanted to work their farms six days,
closed on Sunday.

In downtown Gainesville,
surrounded by horse farms owned by dead men’s descendants,
they sell fried pies,
closed on Sunday.

chills. straight to the heart.

Thanks. It’s all based on a few true stories:

Fried pie:

http://shopgainesvilletexas...


The circus:

http://www.tshaonline.org/h...

The “great hanging”:


http://www.tshaonline.org/h...

reading about the great hanging saddened me. i guess very corrupt things have been happening in our country all along.

that fried pie looks yummy!