Jan Hansen Poet Free verse

the left side of life

Mother had tuberculosis, and my sister and I were
a children’s home run by the state, which had many houses
Depending on age and sex
 My brother had already been sent to one who had found German
 hand grenades and used them at a disused airport. 
The grenades made a terrible noise, and my brother
had to spend some time in a hospital and was later sent to a home
on a small island working at the stone quarry.
My sister and I had been invited to a big wedding
 , a real working-class one
A wedding with plenty of food, booze, and beer for the adults
and soft drinks for us. We had been told not to go, but we went anyway
 It was a great, really classy wedding; the bride was in white.
At first, there was jealousy amongst the women, 
tearing of hair,
The man couldn`t stand there watching; a legendary fight ensued.
Police sirens, the police charged with batons, were beaten back
by police reinforcement. Gradually, the party was peaceful
 and the police
themselves, the working class left the scene.
It was morning when we came back to the home, where my sister went
back to the girls ' house, and I, the boys, awaited punishment
I was ten at the time and angry. 
When the big boss arrived, I, feeling overwhelmed and angry, threw a vase at him, marking a moment of defiance rooted in my childhood frustrations. 
A week later, I was on a farm milking cows.
Ever since childhood, I have felt it was my duty to speak up and defend the have-nots, reflecting my core values of justice and fairness to inspire similar feelings in the audience.

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