Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 7, 2016

Hands of Persecution~by Melvina Germain



Hands of Persecution

I’ve come a long way
from the hands of persecution,
determined to find a grand solution.
Turning the other cheek,
destroyed my self esteem,
anger stood before my goals and many dreams.

Walking that rough terrain
with old faces of many a disturbed mind.
I felt the heavy hands of brutal mankind,
seems there’s no ending to corruption and fear
and the gluttonous power hungry
stand upon towers and glare.

Feast well the mighty while
they strike our poor to the ground.
No helping hand,
no sympathy to be found.
I trudge through the mud-holes
of deep anxiety
frustrated to the hilt
of an uncaring society.

The imperceptible conflict
raging in darkened streets,
death fever heavy among innocents
of an already beaten flock.
Now the storm rises high
among those who stand ready
on every block.

Out comes the mighty,
out hurls those inflicted with
minds that have become insane.
The ravishing of insults
that brutal sting of pain.

Down falls old power
down goes the flesh
and no one, no one
deserves such an empty,
horrid death

who will fix this,
who alone will we see
or will it take the hands of many
to forge together such a remedy.

Will the streets flow clean
no more pain and bloody sea
or will such take its time
in this place of complexity.

Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: August 6/2016
Time: 11:12pm

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