Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Authoritarian


Daddy may have loved you, with his iron-fisted hand,
But, of course, he wouldn't show it; he was too much of a man;
And when you cried and feared the dark, he knit his mighty brow,
And spelled you into silence; it was enough, somehow;

On sissy's hand, that special night, a promise ring he placed;
Her body, known to Daddy, to all other men was chaste;
And Mommy always knew her role, she never raised her voice,
She sat, contented, at his feet; his glory was her choice;

And he prayed, he prayed; Oh, how he prayed!
He kept his eyes shut tight;
The Lord would surely love him,
If he prayed with all his might;

The ever-rushing river swept you on around the bend,
No more prostrate before the throne, the time came to ascend;
And though you fear the darkness still, you've learned a trick or two:
The click of heels, the upraised arm; through fear, respect accrue;

And keep your eyes upon the prize, forsake the inward gaze,
You've learned the truth: that those who doubt cast worlds in shaded grays;
So bow to those above you when they look on you and frown,
And those below be sure to show how much they've let you down;

And you pray, you pray; Oh, how you pray;
You pray with all your might;
The Lord will surely love you,
If you keep your eyes shut tight!

3 comments:

Ridwan said...

Sad story brother. Very sad and too common unfortunately.

Thanks for writing.

ridwan

Rhonda said...

An amazing poem. Really.

Anonymous said...

Once again amazing writing.....keep them coming.....Dora