Trudy Schrader Poet Rhyme

Living Lullaby

She rocks her miracle baby
And sings a soothing song
Today, rest in peace
Because tomorrow, comes alarm
...and we're gonna rock around the clock

His little boy is his heart
He holds his hand with swelling pride
But by ten, daddy's unforgiving anger
Applies the razor strap to hide
....tomorrow, tomorrow, the sun will come out, tomorrow

They build temporary shelters
For false gods of glory
Increasing in riches and fame
Weaving a tantalizing story
....the Love Boat soon will be making another run

Out in the land of the free
Where children dream of motorized play
The rich attend immortalized theme parks
Caring not that savage beasts will pay
...let's talk about sex, baby, let's talk about sex

Lazy gardeners look at their purchased land
With disgust and rebellion at the mess
Shaking the fist at the CREATOR
Saying, "I will never clean up and confess"
....amazing grace, how sweet the sound

....hush little baby, don't say a word
......daddy's gonna buy you a mocking bird

Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-17-2023

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David Smith July 24, 2023 at 4:55 PM The word in poetic form is a wonderful thing. Not meant to be hidden. Bravo. So many wonderful things to explore safely on the soup. Best regards David in NZ Trudy Schrader July 25, 2023 at 2:07 AM Poetry is my tool for processing large concepts. I'm a verbal processor. I never want to publish. For me, that would feel like selling myself. I'm grateful for the space to process.

Kim Merryman July 17, 2023 at 6:11 AM Trudy, this is a powerful, thought-provoking piece! I love how you used song lyrics at the end of each stanza to emphasize the message. I enjoyed reading this! Blessings, Kim M Trudy Schrader July 17, 2023 at 2:46 PM Thank you, Ms. Kim. I had a rough night of spiritual warfare, and this was the result...I just had to get it out.