From Hell To Me
Hidden away by a Mother's love
To the protective torture of the clergy glove
Sentenced to a life of hell
Before life began, the hammer fell
Frightened children, black and white
The dog yard coffin, the dark of night
The stars looked down on naked flesh
Scared eyes looked up through wire mesh
Until the stars could look no more
And the sun, it opened daylights door
The demons woke and walked the halls
The scream of silent “help me” calls
No one hears their silent pain
Or see’s the blood between the grain
A nation’s fear of God above
No one to hold, no one to love
Finally a letter states
We want them home, freedom awaits
But where is heaven, where is hell
Through their fear, they cannot tell
Violence, drink and Daddie’s girl
Wishing she could be a pearl
All safe and snug, within the clam
No one to fear, but who I am
So, who am I and what’s my worth
What’s my purpose, on this earth?
I’m here to live, and one day die.
I am me – myself – Just I
Copyright © Miriam Owens | Year Posted 2013
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