Melvina Germain

Gold Star - 25,246 Points (Sydney, Nova Scotia)

(709) No More Red Wine - Poem by Melvina Germain

Standing together three natives of our land.
Rugged faces gnarled crippled hands.
Sharing a bottle of water it appears.
knocked down by society, so many years.

Kicked down every time they tried to get up,
befriended by a bottle, fire water in a cup.
Living lives of despair seems nobody cares.
Covered by the blood of societies hate,
they stand in an almost non-existent state.

Three lost men there on the sidewalk,
scars of beatings displayed while they talk.
Deep, dead eyes, a slight longing to live,
palms upright, begging society to give.

Some think, they got just what they deserve,
annoying people, getting on societies nerves.
Throw them a cheque, the government agrees.
Now who cares, keep them down on their knees.

The time will come when they rise up,
stand tall, show strength, throw away those cups.
Hearing the chiefs haunting voice,
advising them to finally make the right choice.

A proud nation once again will stand their ground.
Fighting back, speaking up, wearing their crowns.
The chiefs will hold their stance with pride.
No more will the people bow their faces to hide.

Education will flourish all over the land,
with happy children gathering round holding hands.
Life will change and a bright light will shine,
a blanket of peace, no more red wine.


Comments about (709) No More Red Wine by Melvina Germain

  • (10/13/2007 4:30:00 AM)

    Melvina, you are a rebel with a cause..and this piece of yours is full of compassion, of questioning why? A very touching one..Marvelous words penned by anequally great poet. I love this one, Melvina ..i really do..God bless
    hugs,
    Meggie
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  • (9/29/2007 4:23:00 AM)

    Is there no end to your poetic compassion... Melvina, Has the others stated so well, you turn your hand to every subject so fantasticly, thats a rare gift my friend... Andy xxx (Report)Reply

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  • (9/29/2007 4:01:00 AM)

    Mel this is lovingly put together about the natives of North America both in Canada and the United States who had their lands stolen when the white man arrived. They are a proud people and it is a crime that they should be classed as second rate citizens. I've always had a special place in my heart of these proud people of many tribes who were displaced because the Europeans wanted their lands and the riches that it bore. This ranks among one of your best. I loved it. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend.
    David
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  • (9/29/2007 3:59:00 AM)

    Melvina - well compiled - you know how to compose a verse... period

    no matter what the topic.. and you rocked this topic.. love ya! ~~sjg
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  • (9/29/2007 3:59:00 AM)

    This is an excellent piece Melvina that draws the reader's attention to the awful consequences of idleness and alcohol and the crippling effects of mindless 'welfare'. We have similar problems in Australia in some remote indigenous communities. It is sickening to watch the result of neglect and misplaced paternalism. If only we had the courage to allow the elders of these communities to make their own decisions instead of imposing 'our' notion of best practice on them. Your poem is written with understanding and compassion and above all - hope for a different future. Bless you for posting this. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxx (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 29, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 12, 2011


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