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Vanquished

-VANQUISHED-
                            
Upcoming sun that must rise in the East                 
Vanquished in loss                                     
         abandoned,     
                              flightless,      
                                                baby flamingos                                   
a-traipsing down a barren road they go.                             
One stands before me            but how can I know?                 
The problem is that we  do not believe                           
Deception of millions-acting naive                                           
Marching in columns our soldiers salute                           
While turning their sisters into child prostitutes                 
a friendly invitation in their  millions they come                   
Issuing papers and visas and stamps                                 
parcels of food and put them in camps                           
bureaucratic mess how to deal with all these                      
blankets and medicine to mass  refugees
                         
But then I go quiet   when I see what I've  got .                     
When asked to believe, how can I not?                                    
The arms of my bed beckons me "come"                  
 inviting my dreams into warm slumber land                     
Slowing us down- resigns us to rest                                           
Prodigal  sun goes down in the West

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Wilma Neels

Date: 8/8/2016 7:04:00 AM

Jannie, this is an awesome write. So relevant as well. Hope your week will be a good one :)

Jannie Breedt
Date: 8/28/2016 1:17:00 AM

Hi Wilma, thank you so much for visiting me again. So far 2016 has been a catastrophy but I turned 60 now the buck stop here. Where the hell are my keys...?

Funom Makama

Date: 8/6/2016 12:13:00 PM

This is awesome and fantastic. I love it in every way. Lovely, lovely, so lovely.

Jannie Breedt
Date: 8/28/2016 1:20:00 AM

Thank you thank you Fenom. I also visited your site and left my comments

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/20/2016 3:38:00 PM

wow, this is very good writing. So deep and so relevant! Love the symbolism of the sun in this poem.

Jannie Breedt
Date: 8/28/2016 1:26:00 AM

Hey Andrea, thank you again. I owe you a poem about the notorious càmps. I am still chewing on it.i will look you up too.