Remembered Or Forsaken
The ill woman in the wheelchair
was outspoken,elegant and fair,
and lived her life in exhuberant riches;
now,finds herself to the mercy of others,
her frazzled mind tries to recreate an image
of those adored faces she touched with grace!
Why have they left her in such a demeaning state,
when her weary and empty hands don't render and please?
The thoughtful and athetic soldier, so fair-haired,
writes his war memoirs in a small notebook
sent to him by his girl-friend who lives in Holboken;
he is the perennial prisoner of human error:
roaming in a labyrinth with a missing door,
struggling to free himself from the cold underworld...
The murderer,the robber,the rapist and the hood-lum
stand before the judge looking stern and tough,
scrutinizing the silent court-room:
he feels for the remorseful and repentant
as the jury slowly reads the verdict,
but the sentence is worse than death...
The new-born is abandoned rapidly
on a stranger's door-steps mercilessly,
on the front door a sign reads,"KEEP AWAY!";
the crying baby needs his tending mom
to put him to sleep with a sweet lullaby
and halt his relentless weeping with a hush...
The dazed and frayed kid, so down-low,
sits motionlessly in a filthy corner;
dependency on harmful substance
has made him a scavenger and a destitute;
and whoever dragged him into his addiction,
was a demon with a wrathful intention...
Some exceptional individuals wiil be raised
to immortal glory without a controversy,
many will be condemned to shame,to be mocked
and charged with an unforgivable heresy:
the powerful and rich will decide their fate:
to be either remembered or forsaken...
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2006
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