Alexander Coppedge

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Play God

Another sunny hot day is ending
The sun is low in the trees
With on-coming night the workers appear
Rocking back and forth between the weeds
I hear in the far distance, my mother crying
A quick angry response so mean
Raging words from a bully's yell
Anguish screams echoing
Despite given efforts a whip is cracking
A snap of its sound into the night
The night heard its whirl and snap, again
The whip snap with its silence with night
Without hurt I watched my mother falling
I saw the whip strike in air to deny her plea
Shame and helplessness with guilt endured
Dripping tears like dropping rain
I hide inside this enormous fury
Heart understanding lacks and needs
Learning honesty, truth and freedom
Serving compassion rather then pain

Submitted: Saturday, June 15, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 09, 2013
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Capitivity and those who rule over their captives The fun side is what suppose those captives were your great-great ancestors Your elders Judgement Day would be fun

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