Daily Archives: August 8, 2012

A Crown for Invisible Children, part VIII

15.

Sever those ties; it kills our souls

cut your ties for it will kill our souls

make no reference when the credits roll

like a butterfly, once a worm

you are beautiful.

leave the blood behind which still stains

all you do, all you think, all you say

bandaids on your face, cause you’re still in pain

call yourself those nasty names

kill your brothers playing childhood games

forgot the warm womb from which you came

changed names make your history die away

fly in the past like a horrible dream

plagues our lives in ills unseen

we’re not black because of Hell’s coals

it was all that suffering that killed our souls.

A CROWN FOR ABUSED CHILDREN

Invisible are the sinless sufferers, which kills our souls

Tears stain unwavering, unbroken chains

Keeps my heart heavy holding darkened skies

Invoking God fails to quell the pain

Like closed ears, closed eyes, closed mouths, closed minds

Lessons betray me: “Vengence is mine”

Struck by the momentum of a downhill ball

Overpowered by a disease that affects us all

Until I am dead, I’ll make you tall

Rather than cower being defenseless and small

Stand strong, escape and close your eyes

Optimistic Tomorrow hears your call

Unable to leave here without paying tolls

Leave here by plane, train, or shopping malls

Sever those ties; it kills our souls

© 2007

By the way, this last poem is an acrostic. ^^^

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A Crown for Invisible Children, part VII

13.

Unable to leave here without paying tolls

 

just can’t pass by without paying tolls

i pay each time i pass your school

your home, or another child who looks like you

i buried you with minded business and turned heads

unsure guesses and signs unread

ignored like dead cats in the street

your DNA puddles at my feet

expensive wrongs result in Satan’s debt

i’m in over my head

can’t sleep; my heart weeps with grief

as if i awoke with your broken body in my hand

my inaction has me surely damned

starting from the day they put you in your grave

warning came from the floor, the belt, the fist, the walls

to get there by plane, train, or shopping malls

 

14.

Leave here by plane, train, or shopping mall

 

you must travel by plane, train, or shopping mall

escape the clutches of your furious future

balled-up fury to be unleashed on your seeds

shaved heads, crip bloods, or killing sprees

addictions, afflictions, and social disease

you will abuse your community

unaware that it won’t wash away with a 40

blown away with a 9

follow the signs and leave and never look back

Mexico, Korea, even Iraq

God’s plan for you is a far-away goal

it is where demons can’t follow

hollow lives swallow lies through invisible umbilicals

love won’t come from no balled-up five

you must cut those ties; it will kill your soul

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