Freddie Robinson Jr. Poet Dramatic Verse

Born In the Grave

She had serious anger issues,
     a walking time-bomb set to explode
Only took one untoward look
     to make her lose all self-control 
Sent her careening down the path
     of a bleak penitentiary life
Another not-at-home mother
Another absentee wife

So what became of the husband you ask
Her ten-year sparring partner
On the first anniversary of
     when her fiery blast went off
He was drunk driving ninety — 
     a blazing vehicular Molotov
Crash ...   burn ...   black hearst
When she heard news of his death,
     she mourned him with a curse

So what became of the kids you ask
Five children left home alone
Got buried beneath the emotional rubble,
     their innocence vaporized ...   pppfftt!! ...   gone

They were children conceived in make-up lust,
     between rounds of fights royale
They were children raised in abject neglect,
     destined to only experience living hell

They were children born without hope,
     they were children born in the graveyard cell
They were children already dead,
     lo, before their first breath was ever exhaled

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Msandraya Hughes November 4, 2016 at 10:22 AM Hi, I'm an English 10 teacher (BC, Canada) and I had my students study your poem (as well as some others from this sight) as an allegory. They came up with some amazing ideas (it truly moved them, some to tears!!), but we would love to know your underlying meaning. Would you be willing to share so that I can pass it on to my students? Thank you! Freddie Robinson Jr. November 4, 2016 at 3:24 PM These children are raised for the slaughter like the prophets of God declared. They are cursed children. They will only know how to do evil. That's all they were taught from their youth up. The jails and prisons are full of them. I know it is a sad poem, but it is a truthful poem. Hope this helps them in your class. Hope to hear again from you. Love always. RW Freddie Robinson Jr. November 4, 2016 at 3:19 PM Hi, MsAndraya. I was saying in this poem, that some children are never given a chance in life mainly because of their parents total neglect. They don't get any moral training, no love or affection. They grow up being dead on the inside, having no natural affection. Their hearts wax cold like Jesus said. Will continue ... Much love to you and the students.

White Wolf October 27, 2016 at 8:24 PM Wow Freddie! This is a keeper mate! The last verse is so powerful! I love it!

Cheryl Hoffman October 27, 2016 at 7:47 PM Sounds like God can only help these poor destitute children Freddie; it'll be a miracle if some of these kids grow up to have a normal life after the way they were raised….I believe in miracles….P & L~Che

Daniel Turner October 27, 2016 at 12:56 PM A well written poem, Freddie but wouldn't you agree, as long as there's life, there's hope. I'll admit hope is a fool's paradise but sometimes that's all there is. What is life without hope? A very sad situation! Freddie Robinson Jr. October 27, 2016 at 1:13 PM That is true, Daniel. But the wicked don't raise their children to have that type of hope or faith. Sad isn't it. Ty for the comments. I will definitely go and read some of your work, friend. Love and peace. RW

Heidi Sands October 27, 2016 at 12:18 PM Very intense Freddie. Heart breaking. This really reaches the reader. Freddie Robinson Jr. October 27, 2016 at 1:16 PM Ty, Heidi. I see it all the time in the environs I live around. Tragic outcome, if God don't intervene and save those kids. Much love to you, dear. RW