poem 149

Tho a host declared before us all 

here your eyes may die from sight

I muse how they think us children 

as lights goes out, dark for all ages

Then light blooms out black and white 

for his truth we all now bear witness

From the screen a white ribbon flew

a grace lifted up, that speck of dust

Hebamme knows he rides home 

so strung nemesis hair thin as wire

Empty thoughts of flesh and blood

a horse falls here, agony its last

Broken inside, can never be filled

wait, a doctor pain, a joy to witness

Balanced to an edge, i dared death

asked why the boys smiled & cried 

God took me not, his love in me still

back to this man made lie he skips 

Inside his human, is in fullest bloom 

so they simple poisoned each room 

Dark rotten floor built for the poor 

now lays in wait to consume any 

A mother falls though, agony its last

lace now on her face, forever cold

Baroness cry out to this disgrace 

my beloved brassica* has been slain

Another child is born into a family 

who wealth is nothing but less...

Again no investigation to be made 

but for brassica meeting was held

A child wealth asked do we all die?

Mother ? Father ? Even Brother? 

Poverty compassion in her eye 

truth tied to breath relies...why yes!

Then a Barron just said be gone

truth now falls below poverty line

You were hope, A father, tired spoke

of food upon this house family plate 

Despair his only air, sealed into fate

broke, he now swung off that old rope 

Tears is all that fills, empty rooms

that's all they would ever let you own 

White ribbon tied around a child's arm

her crime just to be a human proud 

So now she has to walk around 

to feel that look, that judging frown

Power crowned smiles and thinks

there's never enough white ribbon 

Again, a revenge is all that boils 

a labour no human should ever toil 

But thats, for your life is designed 

so any growth is rotten to the floor

Here in cup, drink this christ of blood

tortured you consume any lie with glee

Content, hell sewed onto your earth

power sits back, laughs as you grow

For power also knows 

Power made you no law

Power made you blind in truth 

Power made you call him father

Power made your sex a shame

Power made rape its little game 

Power made your poverty its gain

Power made your education empty 

Power made you fear any human near

And power just took all life away

But its ok! for its all done in gods name 

brassica = is Latin for cabbage