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Christina Scott Poem
Lab Rat
I feel like a lab rat
Property of this or that
Choices no longer mine to make
What’s the point to life for goodness sake?
A pill for your troubles and a pat on the back
Compassion for others is what they really lack
All the pricking, poking and a prodding
Has got my spirit just a rotting
All the sitting and a waiting
Has got my spirit debating
A place where they are so cold to the touch
A place where your spirit doesn’t mean much
A place where they are rude and their prices are high
The very thought of them just makes me want to sigh
Why do I allow them to use me so?
Is it my fear that makes me sink so low?
Maybe it is the pain I am in
That makes me come to this place again
They never make it any better for me
Everyone is their little experiment you see
With each patient that comes through
They learn a little more but it doesn’t help you
And although you know yourself better then your host
Your opinions they seem to hate the most
Apparently now we make our own selves sick
Its our thoughts or our habits, take your pick
Antibiotics withheld for the sake of defense
Yet dropping our guard just doesn’t seem to make any sense
With what do we use to fight these ugly beasts
While in your blood it sits and it feasts
Making you weaker by the day
Because they don’t want to help you in any way
Narcotics and poisons their only method of choice
And there you sit drugged…silent without a voice
Refuse them and you will see
They’ll label you incompetent and won’t ever set you free
They want you alive but don’t care if you are living
They want to watch until your spirit stops its giving
Once you expire it means nothing to them
You’re a lab rat swept away by the doctors on a whim.
Copyright © Christina Scott | Year Posted 2008
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In this big world, who am I?
In my most anguishing moments,
Isn't there anyone sending their thoughts from the sky?
As I hear bombs blasting away,
In my most fearful moments,
Isn't there anyone who's going to help somehow, some way?
As I think to myself when this horror will end,
In my most angered moments,
Isn't there anyone who's got more then just violence to send?
As I see blood and hatred being spread day by day,
In my most faithless moments,
Isn't there anyone who doesn't laugh while I pray?
As the devil lends his ear, and allows my tears to fall,
In my most desperate moments,
Isn't there anyone who truly holds our father's call?
As the whole world falls silently to their knees,
In my most painful moments,
I beg, God, won't you save me please!
Copyright © Christina Scott | Year Posted 2006
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Christina Scott Poem
The Merovingian Kings of Gaul
Were once a mighty kingdom
That stood above the rest so tall
Germans displaced and defeated
Were given many rules
Along with a divided leader to be seated
Constitutional rights and lives alike
Were spent readily
To prevent a terrible strike
United they stood and lands acquired
People running away
From the demands they required
Settled now in a beautiful place
Safe from their demise
Who knew it was to be a long and lasting chase
From there they fled to another land
More beautiful then the last
But once more came storming in the past
One by one they came to our newly found shelter and grew
With plans in hand
For yet another siege, generations in the future, that we never knew
Now as they stomp across the desert for all to see,
Blood spilling the whole way
Does this really make us free?
Or have we run out of places to hide
Kept running
As the innocent sat and sighed.
When does this chase end
And at what point
Does an enemy become a friend?
Copyright © Christina Scott | Year Posted 2007
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Christina Scott Poem
Support Your Troops
Is it wrong to care about your countrymen?
Or is it wrong to leave our freedoms upon their sin?
Is it wrong to weep upon their demise?
Or is it wrong to cheer amongst their cries?
Is it wrong to want fathers for our children tomorrow?
Or is it wrong to wish for our soldiers to feel such sorrow?
Is it wrong to want to bring them home?
Or Is it wrong to leave them out to roam?
Is it wrong to want to love instead of hate?
Or is it wrong to put a seal amongst their fate?
Is it wrong to encourage a husband to be with his wife?
Or is it wrong to ask another to give up his right to life?
Tell me if it is not supporting your troops
The many protesting and jumping through hoops
Just to bring them safely into our hands
Just to bring them back home from all these foreign lands?
To our backbone, we love so dear
We wish we could hug you, and hold you near.
We are sorry, the future brought upon your youth
We are sorry, we did not seek the truth
We are sorry, for what you have been forced to do
We are sorry, for the torture you have been put through
We are sorry, for the lonely nights
We are sorry, for the endless fights
We are sorry, for the tears you cry
We are sorry, so many of you, were forced to die
We are sorry, for the sick, and the jailed
We are sorry for the innocent men, women, and children that we have failed
We are sorry, for the countless fear we hold
We are sorry, for not listening, to the things being told
We are sorry, for not being honorable, in our choices
We ask for forgiveness, and hope you hear our voices.
By: Christina Scott
Copyright © Christina Scott | Year Posted 2007
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I am asked to take the life of another,
Could it be that hard to kill a fellow brother?
A soul given life by God the same as my own,
Is this the only way that peace is able to be shown?
I have buried little ones the same age as my children,
Would I do the same if it were my child’s grave being filled in?
Seek desperate measures in order to save my land?
Perhaps, I might never be forced to understand...
Why my enemies are of fierce desolate fighters in the shadows,
Or what my mind will be as the killer in my conscious grows!
Will I return normal to my life in the states?
Or will I think of the many to whom I determined their fates?
Could I tell God I had to take judgment into my own hands?
Or would he be disappointed with the people of our land?
I never imagined the "Be All You Can Be" would lead me to this,
It is my family and country with whom I truly miss.
I just stare up at the sky only praying that this will end,
Desperately hoping that we won't ever be forced to kill again!
Copyright © Christina Scott | Year Posted 2005
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