No Rest, No Peace Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

Did you know?
My brother, he may rest
As you say, 'in Peace'.
But where you go
Dear sister, (here's no jest)
You'll have no peace!

For you killed him
With greed and lies
And coldness oh, so dim -
Now from the grave,
His voice cries
Exposing your ugly sin!


He loved you so -
But you were evil, vile!
Cheating him, scheming
all the while!
You will not rest
No peace for you!
The weighing scale reveals
The Truth falls due
And all this Guilt
Is all you now can feel.



cynthiabuhainbaello
02.06.13