Today, in Canada, terrorism has reared its’ ugly head. St. Mary’s University professor Peter March was one who was standing up for the freedom of speech and intended to discuss the Mohammad depicting cartoons with his students. But he is now rethinking his decision after his home was visited by five men.<\/p>\n
The indication on CTV Newsnet is that he was threatened.<\/p>\n
This is truly a sad day in our country. At this time, I would like to post a poem. It is by Maurice Ogden, and it is entitled Hangman<\/strong>. I urge you to read it through to the end. This poem was studied in one of my grade school classes. It carries a very strong message.<\/p>\n The scaffold stood by the courthouse side, And we wondered, whenever we had the time. And innocent though we were, with dread, Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye, And he stepped down. and laid his hand And the gallows-frame on the courthouse lawn And the Hangman stood at his usual stand And we cried, “Hangman, have you not done He laughed a laugh as he looked at us: Then one cried “Murder!” One cried “Shame!” And he laid his hand on that one’s arm. That night we saw with dread surprise Now as wide, or a little more, And we cried out, “Is this one he The fourth man’s dark, accusing song The fifth. The sixth. And we cried again, And so we ceased, and asked no more, The wings of the scaffold opened wide 4. For hanging.” And so he calls to me He smiled at me as I came down And he whistled his tune as he tried the trap “You tricked me. Hangman!,” I shouted then. Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye, For who has served me more faithfully “Dead,” I whispered, and sadly Beneath the beam that blocked the sky. How does this poem tie in? The terrorists defending their actions in the name of Allah and Mohammad first went after the Jews in Israel, then came the Christian based American Devil Dogs. When will it stop? I say to peaceful Muslims out there, now is the time for you to speak up. It may not happen in your lifetime, but rest assured, they will eventually come for you too.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Today, in Canada, terrorism has reared its’ ugly head. St. Mary’s University professor Peter March was one who was standing up for the freedom of speech and intended to discuss the Mohammad depicting cartoons with his students. But he is now rethinking his decision after his home was visited by five men. The indication on […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_coblocks_attr":"","_coblocks_dimensions":"","_coblocks_responsive_height":"","_coblocks_accordion_ie_support":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[52],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-30","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-politics-federal"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/officiallyscrewed.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/officiallyscrewed.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/officiallyscrewed.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/officiallyscrewed.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/officiallyscrewed.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=30"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/officiallyscrewed.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/officiallyscrewed.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=30"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/officiallyscrewed.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=30"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/officiallyscrewed.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=30"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}\n
\n 1.
\nInto our town the Hangman came.
\nSmelling of gold and blood and flame
\nand he paced our bricks with a diffident air
\nand built his frame on the courthouse square<\/p>\n
\nOnly as wide as the door was wide;
\nA frame as tall, or little more,
\nThan the capping sill of the courthouse door<\/p>\n
\nWho the criminal, what the crime.
\nThat Hangman judged with the yellow twist
\nof knotted hemp in his busy fist.<\/p>\n
\nWe passed those eyes of buckshot lead:
\nTill one cried: “Hangman, who is he
\nFor whom you raise the gallows-tree?”<\/p>\n
\nAnd he gave us a riddle instead of reply:
\n“He who serves me best,” said he,
\n“Shall earn the rope on the gallows-tree.”<\/p>\n
\nOn a man who came from another land
\nAnd we breathed again, for another’s grief
\nAt the Hangman’s hand was our relief<\/p>\n
\nBy tomorrow’s sun would be struck and gone.
\nSo we gave him way, and no one spoke.
\nOut of respect for his Hangman’s cloak.<\/font>
\n2.
\nThe next day’s sun looked mildly down
\nOn roof and street in our quiet town
\nAnd stark and black in the morning air,
\nThe gallows-tree on the courthouse square.<\/p>\n
\nWith the yellow hemp in his busy hand;
\nWith his buckshot eye and his jaw like a pike
\nAnd his air so knowing and business like.<\/p>\n
\nYesterday. with the alien one?”
\nThen we fell silent, and stood amazed,
\n“Oh, not for him was the gallows raised.”<\/p>\n
\n“…Did you think I’d gone to all this fuss
\nTo hang one man? That’s a thing I do
\nTo stretch a rope when the rope is new.”<\/p>\n
\nAnd into our midst the Hangman came
\nTo that man’s place. “Do you hold,” said he,
\n“with him that was meant for the gallows-tree?”<\/p>\n
\nAnd we shrank back in quick alarm,
\nAnd we gave him way, and no one spoke
\nOut of fear of his Hangman’s cloak.<\/p>\n
\nThe Hangman’s scaffold had grown in size.
\nFed by the blood beneath the chute
\nThe gallows-tree had taken root;<\/p>\n
\nThan the steps that led to the courthouse door,
\nAs tall as the writing, or nearly as tall,
\nHalfway up on the courthouse wall.
\n<\/font><\/td>\n3.
\nThe third he took-we had all heard tell
\nWas a user and infidel, and
\n“What,” said the Hangman “have you to do
\nWith the gallows-bound, and he a Jew?”<\/p>\n
\nWho has served you well and faithfully?”
\nThe Hangman smiled: “It’s a clever scheme
\nto try the strength of the gallows-beam.”<\/p>\n
\nHad scratched out comfort hard and long;
\nAnd what concern, he gave us back.
\n“Have you for the doomed–the doomed and black?”<\/p>\n
\n“Hangman, Hangman, is this the last?”
\n“It’s a trick,” he said. “that we hangmen know
\nFor easing the trap when the trap springs slow.””<\/p>\n
\nAs the Hangman tallied his bloody score:
\nAnd sun by sun, and night by night,
\nThe gallows grew to monstrous height.<\/p>\n
\nTill they covered the square from side to side:
\nAnd the monster cross-beam, looking down.
\nCast its shadow across the town.<\/p>\n
\nThen through the town the Hangman came
\nAnd called in the empty streets my name-
\nAnd I looked at the gallows soaring tall
\nAnd thought, “There is no one left at all<\/p>\n
\nTo help pull down the gallows-tree.
\nAnd I went out with right good hope
\nTo the Hangman’s tree and the Hangman’s rope.<\/p>\n
\nTo the courthouse square through the silent town.
\nAnd supple and stretched in his busy hand
\nWas the yellow twist of the strand.<\/p>\n
\nAnd it sprang down with a ready snap
\nAnd then with a smile of awful command
\nHe laid his hand upon my hand.<\/p>\n
\n“That your scaffold was built for other men…
\nAnd I no henchman of yours,” I cried,
\n“You lied to me. Hangman. foully lied!”<\/p>\n
\n“Lied to you? Tricked you?” he said. “Not I.
\nFor I answered straight and I told you true”
\nThe scaffold was raised for none but you.<\/p>\n
\nThen you with your coward’s hope?” said he,
\n“And where are the others that might have stood
\nSide by your side in the common good?,”<\/p>\n
\n“Murdered,” the Hangman corrected me:
\n“First the alien, then the Jew…
\nI did no more than you let me do.”<\/p>\n
\nNone had stood so alone as I
\nAnd the Hangman strapped me, and no voice there
\nCried “Stay!” for me in the empty square.<\/font><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n