the guilty innocent

the british hung nathan hale from a tree

and let him swing, crying treason

treason to the crown and to the king!

the americans hung benedict arnold

in disgrace, crying treason, treason

let us forget the traitor’s face

i have not commited crimes against

my country or my King, but against you

i stand guilty but in innocence

for i never meant to cause but only to

prevent hurt — and look where i swing

between heaven and earth, wondering

if the tree will ever let me down again