Days in the life of a poet

When life gets too complicated and our hearts and minds seek out what is good and provides us sustenance...poetry is the breath of life. Words allow us to communicate...to express that within us that is most precious and real. We crave that which is familiar and gives us comfort...read and receive*

Monday, November 21, 2011

The Lamb Sobs for Them


They’re neighbors, relatives and well knowns
evil walks the earth undisguised…
The coach who molds young men
the teacher who gives them knowledge
pedophiles and sociopaths that they are
unable to control their sick lusts
their whims lie in the realm of dementia*


False prophets standing on pulpits
preaching God’s sermons on Sundays
after molesting little boys on Fridays
another child leaps from a bridge-way
and the Lamb cries…Father why?

Little boy lured to the shower house
his 10yr old penis in his coach’s mouth
Who will help him to understand this?
Who will heal him from the evil twists?
His confusion and shame overwhelms him
No one was there to protect him…again
And the Lamb cries…Father why?

15yrs old, her hormones raging
An affair with a teacher; young mind dazing
Doesn’t he know she doesn’t comprehend?
Her teenage years have come to an end
her adolescence gone…baby born in sin
and the Lamb cries…Father why?

Deceitful liars, charmers and schemers
destroying the lives our precious dreamers
childhoods drowned in the murkiest deeps
of unimaginable horror…as Jesus weeps*


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