Mama mused the amused
Breaking through the used
And getting to the abused
II
Abusers were clearly charmed
With thoughts of the harmed
As the abused hoed and farmed
III
Sleep whipped them in sleep
They woke to their own weeps
And taunted their beings of keeps
IV
Share the dreams
Of many who scream
To those who cause the dreams
Like mama did, please!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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Thank you! I feel a poem coming on!!
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Might come on, my internet bundle is almost finished though. After replying to all the comments, if some remains, of course, I’ll paste, if not, it is 3;25am here so in a few hours after I’m able to buy some credit. Thank you for your support always. Blessings to you and yours Debbie.
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Vassals, slaves, sharecroppers. One bondage seems to begat another. Tilling land for another. Giving away hard wrought crops. Women-wives in despair and fear of displeasing a drunken sadistic male calling himself a husband but far from the definition. Skeletal hands beckon to a sideshow horrors.
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And you sum it so well. Thank you Debbie. Blessings.
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