Poetry

On this foul terrain 

Even the very light blowing wind 

Bring the strongest man off balance 

Go figure the  heavy black boots predators 

who spread torture by buckets. 

They blow fire with burning pressure 

and oppression with no measure; 

attempting to meltdown those who are reluctant of their wrongdoings. 

Like the no kindest, no heart Apocalypses' laws 

Intimidation is ruled to win souls 

Rejeanne's father underwent the knife of oppression 

The tried to drain off his activist blood 

Poor Rejeanne, she witnessed the entire reckless operation, 

and when her father’s last breath went flatlining like a candle light. 

Her mother escaped through the back wooden window
 
With little Rejeanne carried on her shoulder 

Hours later she fled the country, 

and left Rejeanne behind with her Grand-Mama. 

Poor child has carried the cross of her time. 

She felt short-changed to have lost her father, 

and sort of abandoned by her mother. 

She shed tears of broken memories; 

especially, on father's day same for Mother's day. 

Although, her Grand-Mama really tried to act as her parents, 

but at times that didn't cut the drill. 

She really needed someone to call Mom and Dad and she needed parenting love. 

For Rejeanne, being a toddler and life without parents was very upheaval. 

The many distressing dreams she always encountered, 

Related to the traumatic event she has suffered. 

Her nightmares content – the bogeymen in the black boots; 

who were trying to break the door open. 

Horrific dreams, that she often awoken with her heart pounding from fear. 

Through many years Rejeanne spent each day of her life like a massive morn. 

She grew into an anxious adult 

Nonetheless compassionate... 

Still with the long lasting emotional effects of traumatic experienced 

© 2012 by _Patricia Etienne 

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