Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Justice Will Come

It is morganatic, woman; and so you look forlorn
Now that your mate is dead and gone
Leaving you and your children without a claim
To his name.
Without a deed to his land,
How can you feed your poor children? Your heart can’t understand.
But it is quite lucid that you are a slave
And everything you had is now in the grave.
Not even a cup of tea is left to thee.
You have no place in society.
Your case is but a mystery.
Your mark is left in history.
You need not have clairaudience to hear what has been said.
You and he were never wed.
You bore him children, so in the eyes of God you were his bride;
But the thoughts of God and man are apart both far and wide.
What of your future? You now wonder,
Since Death has put your relationship asunder.
It is absconded, saying you and he
Never was and will never be.
You have no station in this life,
So you will never be considered his wife,
Only his property, to be disposed of in his will.
Yes, I know why you are ill.
But hold your head up and have no regret.
In time, dear, justice will come to you yet.

3 comments:

  1. I just wanted to thank you for sharing all of these poems with us. From reading your profile, you're obviously a person who's gone through a lot and have much to write on. This year I've written more poetry than any year previously. I've shared it with only a few individuals because first and foremost I write for myself. Perhaps it's likewise with you; therefore, I wonder what made you decide to do this website and share so much of voice with so many strangers.

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  2. I have found that many others share or have shared my same experiences and they can appreciate its espression. As such, the blog provides a place to release, and to refresh - a place to heal.

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  3. hi annette m from shelfari just read your poem ooh boy it was good as was more, i read, placed it on my yahoo page okay annette m

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