My sense cannot assimilate in debate
the senselessness and senseless waste…
those young, bright minds in such haste…
thrust into this hell…defiled and unchaste*
08/2011 Jon` B. Crenshaw
Of Fates Denied Love
By: Jon` B. Crenshaw
Degenerated by handicaps of unfairness-(es)
driven to depravity; this world in debauchery
Harkens to times of lawless violence…chaotic
Death claiming young souls…as rain falling…
they lay them neath pretty flowers…
and goodbye’s tears…
Young mothers linger in debilitative loathing
their fatherless children suffer duplicitous fates
Walk alone in fears and darkened shadow rages
fend for themselves…enmeshed in poverty’s frame
Drink from purgatory’s chalice of self-hatred
God bless the child…denied love…
Lives consumed by cloudy confusion’s songs
those tales they hear in modern rituals…
begat mostly, in many father’s failings…
sadly sung in their hardened heartbreaks
Radio crooners repeating their echoed sorrows
and borrowed time waiting in an angry space
What claims the protagonist’s interests belie?
They would never try on the shoes of others
leave pain to walk those paths alone…
Afraid to claim another’s vulnerabilities; their truths
They close their eyes, rather than witness…
they choose not allow their conscience notice
the broken tree limbs…the inequities of history*
Jon` B. Crenshaw
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