Ode to 'A'

Let’s call you ‘A’, A precious little girl with a precious little heart, Whose youth has been stolen from her by stoned adults. What were they thinking? When they had you? O, never mind, they weren’t thinking at all. They were floating in oblivion, uncaring, unseeing; A typical waste of human life.                             Oblivious….                                       Sacrilegious….                                                   Carnivorous. Your only protection was your mother, but she died; Leaving only the arch-fiend to take care of you. And, take care of you, he did, in too many ways; Stroking, touching , feeling where he wasn’t supposed too; And hurting, stabbing, poking, in places he had no business in; Indulging himself, in the pleasure of young flesh.                           Ungracious….             Fallacious….                       Malicious. I know that you cried, but there is much more than that; The angels cried too, in heaven above, looking down at you. And we, mere mortals, cry also, knowing now what happened; Our own lives are cheapened, by the sins of our brothers. Forgive us, for we sin too, but not so deeply as your father; Do not forgive him; there is no forgiveness for his sin. Unbelievable….               Unacceptable….                             Unforgivable. Still you live, but still you struggle, too young to do much. The serpent has his coils around you, he won’t let go; He will think of worse things now to do to you. You may think he has done his worst, but he hasn’t! Wait ‘til he comes at you with the other little secret things That still reside in his mind. mother rapist….                 father rapist….                               child rapist…. He has not reached his ultimate sin yet, but he will… Get out now, or whenever you have a chance. Watch him closely, for he will soon move more boldly; And, though you are too young to die; With your legs agape, and his instrument in place; His knife against your throat, he won’t hold back. Laughter….           Slaughter….                                               Daughter. I know your still young, but leave at any cost; No material things can replace your innocence or your life. Leave the devil to other diggings; oh, trust me, he’ll find them! When he sleeps, steal his money, and get out of town; Living on the streets, in the hot and the cold, Is better than living underneath the rapist. Ancestor….                                     Inquisitor….                                               Molester. Once your away, you might find a new day; You might even find people that you like. But, whatever you find, it won’t be any worse, Than the life you have left behind. Free from the devil, you can find your own level; And, like, maybe, smile for a change! No stoning,               No boning,                           Just atoning. And, if you don’t; rest in peace, ‘A’.contest links Ode to ‘A’ - http://allpoetry.com/poem/885 A Tear Fell - http://allpoetry.com/poem/7237033 © on Jun 26 2001 02:39 PM PST, Brazos Mason   spiritual