There are three children sitting on a log near a stream. One of them looks up at the sky and says…


The curse


"My grandfather told me he thought he did his part. He told me he thought education and honesty would suffice against this.
My grandmother also agreed, at the time.
That was when my mom was alive.
They say she died on her way to prison, after shooting the first missed bullet towards them (points up).
And then... chaos. Hope, light, ... but even then... it was too late.

Now look, the plane? Do you see it?
I curse my grandparents, mother, father and all who had sense, for not starting the chaos sooner.
For not shooting the first shot towards them earlier.
For taking such a hard look into "seeming as pure as they actually were".

Now they're leaving, to safety. And we'll be stuck here waiting for the self-proclaimed owners of our land to come take us.


It's starting.
Throw me that rock"



Poetry by zana
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Written on 2015-11-29 at 01:06

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
It is always the young that have to deal with the problems created by others. This is powerful and speaks of so many situations now and in the past around the world. Great stuff.
2015-12-05


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I read this earlier today and really liked it, made me think of a book I read a while back, which was made into a film, 'Lovely bones' I think - the book was so much better than the film as is often the case - please keep writing these gems

Elle x
2015-11-29


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
these are good images, and remind me of a story called "winter's bones," by dainiel woodrell, in which children are left to manage the mess adults leave behind.
2015-11-29