TPAC Alexander Coppedge
Play God - Poem by TPAC Alexander Coppedge
Another heated dun day is slowly ending,
sun in trees tingles forth coming night,
appearing stun drag tired farm workers.
Shadow arch heads from dark in hops,
rising ascents high form shoulders tops,
by sided them each as rag mops in view.
In wobbling acts to rock through weed,
a shout took heed an angry tone stated,
very close to hear my mother in need.
Words of a bully's yell thoughts raging,
echoes tell of his mad hate detailed,
by his threatening cry a whip fell crack.
Strap no sight but sound pop I heard,
again the swirl with its snap popping top,
with a hop become cap silent unknown.
Voice said more to see my mother fall,
saw the whip strikes above her air core,
master big lore had denied her say plea.
My shame its limit fully endured tip,
fire up fiery framed fury in to rip at me,
out a tear came drip fallen watch drop.
My heart sees lacks as needs of others,
depart rather from pain for an answer,
part serving truth held in compassion.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
a hill, pride and confidence
until they fall. Being over
others no vision of a
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