TPAC Alexander Coppedge

Rookie - 414 Points (June 25,1954 / Warrenton, North Carolina)

Play God - Poem by TPAC Alexander Coppedge

Another heated dun day is ending,
sun in trees tingle coming of night,
appearing tired farm workers no fun.

Heads shadows seen from dark in hops,
rising higher forming shoulders tops,
by sided as rag mops in form. 

Wobbling, rocking between weeds,
a shout feed stated in an angry tone,
close distance hearing my mother needs.

Words raging from a bully's yell,
echoes tell of a hateful view screamed,
had cry sale by threatening whip crack.

Strap not in sight but sound whirl and pop heard,
again swirl snap top,
with hop to stop silent into unknown.

At voice bored see mother falling before me,
saw whip strikes air core,
master his big lore had deny her plea.

Shame of helplessness with guilt endured,
I'm framed as maddening fury rip me,
a dripping came tear to drop.

Heart see lacks as well as needs of others,
tart than pain answer,
learnt truth serving part in compassion.

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Topic(s) of this poem: human condition

Form: Prose Poem

Poet's Notes about The Poem

The reasoning mind of a king upon a hill, their pride and confidence until they fall. Them having no vision of equality but projection of themselves as above and superior than others.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 30, 2017

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