Christopher Stopford Poet Free verse

-accursed Then, Accursed Now-

ACCURSED THEN, ACCURSED NOW is a  
                                       Dedication to all fellow
                                       South African's and to People
                                       throughout the world who has suffered
                                       the shame of pigments bane.


   Sullied and tainted words

       Bloodied red, in pain etched hearts

       Doom strickened from the start

       Sisters white, brothers brown.


  This one better, that one to cast aside

       Feel the pain, hear still today, how it screams

       Because of the past, the future still bears the cost

       Separate development, separated families.


 Political idiots of yesteryear, fared still no better today

       Chaotic then, stigmatic now

       In numbers and colours, have peoples classified

       And have each generation, the other brought to shame.


    Parents denied and lost on the road of memories bane

       Families ferreted and hounded, and at a distance placed

       Left to flounder at the wayside as fragmented debris stock

       And guiltily forgotten by an intermingled past.


    How man's atrocities the Lord Father would want to blame

       For mans insane laws, enacted by the bigotted vain

       Has compasssion flown man's vocalled coop

       Has Humanity perhaps, an other name?

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Kim Van Breda March 5, 2013 at 2:29 PM This depicts the whole demise of mankind... worldwide. If only we would get just one point straight-- "It's not about you!!" Our purpose is to live for others and not corrupt our country's' with selfish greed and pride. These words are really well penned in your peom. xx

Audrey Haick March 2, 2013 at 9:12 PM Prior to reading your words in your amazing poem, Christopher, I am haunted by a dream of what could have been...what if greed had no inlet into man's heart? Could Africa had been a place where where all men could have lived in abundance and happiness??? Countless lives have been lost all because of ego, greed and fear. Still, I hope and pray. Love, Annalise Christopher Stopford March 3, 2013 at 12:07 AM DEAR,DEAR ANNALISE,THANK-YOU ever so much for visualizing my dream, for Africa can indeed be the bread-basket for all the Continent's People if not for the inanities and avaricious of the few despots.

Poet Destroyer A February 27, 2013 at 1:04 PM a very interesting poem, and point... thank you for sharing..xox~PD Christopher Stopford March 2, 2013 at 11:49 PM Dear Linda (If I may be so bold) THANK-YOU so very much for your kind words of inspiration. This Old-Man cannot ever bring himself to ever call P... D........ when such a beautiful heart and mind of YOURS pen words to be Immortalized.