Melvina Germain - Who? ? ? ? ?

Who is this person who seeks my eye
through broken tainted glass.
What has he done to come unsung
though long ago has passed.
Who stole the innocence of little children
tossed tiny bodies to the ground,
who pulled them from the wombs of mothers
and shot “them” cruelly down.
Who then be you sir who sit and stare,
an infinite remembrance doth not fade,
but haunts the mind in crippled state
setting it up to die.
Twisting, turning, digging deep
the bellows of the mind.
Who ponders deep, dark dismal thoughts
of memories not of wanting sought.
Who wants to take back deeds of inhumanity.
find solace repair one’s insanity.
Who laid a long time ago
in trenches filled with filth, of horrid
scent, of urine wet and feces
not by will.
Who laid among dieing men,
crept through fields of blood and tears.
Who fell hostage to brutally face their fears.
Who is at fault for the destruction
created by wars of the world.
Who takes on responsibility for crippling bodies,
lost peace of mind.
Twas long ago in a far away land where
chaos insued, where the skies
filled with crimson flames, leaving behind
fields filled with ash and bloodied stains.
Lost like fools in satans grasp,
conquered, caged an unopened clasp.
You followed like the mighty duck.
Took orders from the man at the helm.
You killed, you maimed, you fought, you died.
While he retained his fraudulent pride.
Who now accepts responsibility for murderous
deeds and deep hostility.
Who will find themselves in front of the
firing squads of men, painted as disloyal
soldiers.
I ask you now, who then do you think
placed that final order.


(April 15/2007)

Melvina Germain

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