I Cannot Act

He killed my father
and inherited my mother
he took father’s property

I cannot act in any way
I am a mere child, helpless
his orders I obey for now

In his hands mother suffers
this annoying man is evil
I pray I grow with the winds

Let him enjoy his loot now
he can cut the hay as it shines
when his sun sets I will act

I hear my father’s ghost crying
he visits me in dreams regularly
to smoke into my nose courage
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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