(3.2) The Tear (My First Poem - 1966!) Poem by Karl Stuart Kline

Karl Stuart Kline

Las Vegas, Nevada - When there was only one saloon in town!

(3.2) The Tear (My First Poem - 1966!)

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There she stood,
oblivious to the world,
Unconscious
of the stones being hurled.
Locked in the stocks
as a common thief,
One small tear, alone,
betrayed her grief
By that tear
the peasant crowd was troubled
And sought to remove it
by stones and oaths redoubled
She had taken
a pittance worth of bread,
A worried mother
seeing that her baby was fed
And now she was
a prisoner in the stocks
A helpless target
held down by chains and locks.
She had lost all
that she had once held dear.
For that, not herself,
She shed that last lonely tear...

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
G. Akanji Olaniyi 21 July 2015

This is a lovely poignant poem. It is evoking some pity! ! ! Good work! ! !

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Las Vegas, Nevada - When there was only one saloon in town!
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