Thayne Tuason

Veteran Poet - 1,157 Points (1973)

Golem - Poem by Thayne Tuason

And this child
my child
borne of many years of arduous labor without pay
wrought from the unquenchable desire
of one over the wishes of another
this child
called truth
cries all the time
it is only trouble you say
and you tried to kill her
again and again
tried to smother her with all the lies
to get her to shut up
shut up
why won't you shut that child up?
and this poor child
called truth
never did harm anyone
for if you were the truth
you would cry too
this is her only fault
and you just want to kill her
you just want her to shut up
and shut her up
hidden and buried under all the lies
you have the blood on your hands
her blood
this child
called truth.

(Originally published on Tumblr, October 2012)

Topic(s) of this poem: blood, child abuse, murder, slavery, truth

Form: Free Verse

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 17, 2016

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