Henry Sam

Rookie (October 8,1966 / Vanderhoof)

His People - Poem by Henry Sam

He helped people all my life and continues to do.
His people pick on him through 'the power' to control him,
even though he does nothing but help people.
They use his real body as a host and take his real power
He thinks he can't do anything normal anymore.
He now knows there is a Heaven and Hell.
He is going to die, but not today.
Will they torture him after death like they are doing to others?
When will the world end?
God will judge man.
He often feels he has nothing left, but does.
Everything he loved or loves is being lost to him.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2004

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 19, 2005

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