Ode De Purge
Not too long ago
I had a beautiful friend
She had reached
her wits end, found herself
at the road that bends
been in a downward spiral
amidst the storm of life
for what seemed like quite awhile
Met a fellow along Liquor Lane
During horrendous financial strain
seeking to drown
her insidious pain
A situation
with nothing to gain
cemented their lovers tortured chain
Two twisted, indentured souls
witnessing life as it unfolds
Lost their precious previous goals
strayed from preconceived molds
searching for something to hold
A glimpse of warmth against the cold
Their American dream had been ransomed
Despite the fact that they had stood bold
Oh my painful choice of purge
embedded in my dirge
will forever be simple, redemptive
Grace from Trinity to thee
After the global financial crash
there was no secret hidden stash
All of their dreams had turned to trash
How does one rise from smoldering ash
Bewildered and downtrodden
sipping their sour mash
All the time wondering where is ALL the cash
Insidiously the answer they sought
permeated all of their process of thought
how will they pull it off without getting caught
The longer they sat there and drank
Their answer, it appeared, was robbing a bank
Convinced, The Mr. Madoffs in the prison tank
Were cetainly responsible for their dreams that sank
Their future looking so miserably blank
Why should they have to walk the pirate plank
Oh my painful choice of purge
embedded in my dirge
will forever be simple, redemptive
Grace from Trinity to thee
In that instant a decision was reached
The Beast Unleashed, no need for a priest
after all, why should only the wealthy feast
Their burdens too required release
And so with a POPULAR vote of two
It was decided what they would do
Upon reflection,
It eerily mimicked the last election
Last week
I bought a flower basket
Gingerly placed it on my daughters casket
We sang songs of dirge
alongside the various clergy
I remembered the baptismal promise
of her birth as I silently sprinkled the earth
I was told with her last breath
My daughter graciously accepted her death
Oh my painful choice of purge
embedded in my dirge
will forever be simple, redemptive
Grace from Trinity to thee
Copyright © Donna Roberts | Year Posted 2017
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