Unavoidable,
this tradition.
Who will it be?
Who will be drawn?
Tessie,
she was the one.
She couldn't escape her fate.
Center cleared,
villagers all around,
"It isn't fair",
her final sound,
and then stoned.
Her death,
a public affair.
-Breanne
I really like it, it actually inspired my poem a lot. -Jasmine
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