Remembered the 1940s, the season of the holocaust.
Six million irons, disjointed from their ores
Were forged in bottomless pits of anvils.
The swarming bees in a ceremonious buzzing
Were uncoupled from their hives through Reichsbahn.
However, a tensed, stale wind of discord swivel
On the creeks of Dachau, Auschwitz, Treblinka
And other shores of darkness.
Never shall the bloody sky efface again
The innocent faces of seedlings in chains
Suddenly transformed into smoke under a silent sky.
For not four thousand micrographic scrolls
Of antique Pharaoh, hieroglyphics could symbolize
The petrifying carrions glutted by black vultures.
Two rivers parted by mountainous fiend
In no time of twilight
Laid eyes into the seas.
Two branches glued to tree trunks
Would in a bit of an eyelid
See those white balloons.
The mockingbird is set among the pigeons
And doors of golden rainbows
Crept in the fog.
Everywhere, the white dove’s skull
Is at the bottom of the picture
While the frogs and wasps play their lyres.
But, the wild hyacinths grew among Linden
The lion; among hummingbirds
With every twist, Lynx's eyes.
He tried hard not to break away
But could not keep them together
After all, he would never again stay
So he left in search of life better
Like scattered leaves after a storm
Was the root of family foundation
Aching high hearts were born
To play their games of destruction
Their home became colorless rainbow
Dad said he wouldn't return again
So with meager hope for tomorrow
They sat on a beach without sand
Do innocent offsprings deserve it
Trust on parents like flowerless spring
Why did their happiness now quit
Their favorite song they do not sing
Alone, the boy and the girl must cope
Plant new seeds of peacefull living
Even in hard times they hope
For any other joyful yearning
I pray that others do not taste
What the children went through
With no support worse they faced
Struggling to come up with food
They deserted school and worked
She as cleaner, he as errand boy
Helped sick mother who lost her word
And on Christmas they got no toy
Victims of such sudden violence
Saddened with snatched love and care
At such tender age they lost guidance
And grew for life only total scare
They had to tear down the building
They were cookin up the meth
They had to relocated the children
What a damn shame that it is.
They had to take the adults
down to the county jail
they had to take all the children
To a cps kind of hell
Another broken family
Another broken life
Damn I hate this broken world
I wish we could do right
They had a bad deal go wrong
a bad drug deal four people gone
hear the shots come through the walls
and blood everywhere down the halls
they had a drug overdose in the complex
too much herion and too much meth
too many thugs rollin drugs for sale
and it leads to so many deaths
I'm here...
wishing I had you in my life...
again.
You were my father...
my daddy....
the one I looked up to.
But you lost my respect...
that day....
the day you left....
to never return.
Divorce...
I never knew the term
when I was a littl'un,
but it had become my life.
I was living it... and didn't know it.
My parents... divorced.
When you left,
my family was torn apart.
Anger filled all our hearts...
and you caused it.
You broke my heart.
I loved you.
I trusted you.
I was the only one of your four children
that respected you...
even after you left...
But after six years
with no father-figure,
I've grown into a bitter-hearted man.
Living life with a broken heart.
Family can be great,
But Family also can have much hate
We sit around and wait
For the day to recreate
The love we used to have
It will never be the same
You said you would come,
but never came
Birthdays, Thanksgiving, and then Christmas
& that was one thing on my wish list
You don’t care about the important things in life
& you never think twice
Now I don’t feel like playing so nice
You are as cold as ice
And the way you just don’t care, cuts like a knife
Have a nice life
She stands there – in front of the court
Between Mom – Dad, and wonders…
Here is Mom - she will marry a rich man
And calls him, “husband”
Will “Mom’s husband” love her as Dad does?
Here is Dad - he will marry a pretty woman.
And calls her, “wife”
Will “Dad’s wife” love her as Mom does?
She stands there - between two worlds:
Mom – Dad, and wonders…
Where does the world she belongs to?
Tears come down…
She closes her eyes, and dreams…
The world of Mom, Dad and her
The world she used to have
The world of loving and laughing
The world she has lost!
She stands there - in front of the court
This side is Mom - This side is Dad
And wonders…
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