she is wearing a sad face and she remembers the storm
there were thousands of voices hiding in the corn
the dark was clouded as clouded as his heart
her prayers got lost that night in the aethers of an afterthought
she is remembering all that happened as if it’s someone else’s life
she is clutching the dark clouds and chasing the rainbow out
memories daunting their bitter truths at her
she screams at the fates to break the curse
but she is not to blame, some things are just twisted games
life is a river and it becomes a waterfall sometimes
before it reaches the ocean’s wall
and only the ardent listener hear wisdom’s muted call
outside the ravens and crows start to speak
she snaps up her head and gets on her feet
the opened door draws near a silhouette
she will draw her knife and make him forget
the abuse has made her feral, a monster is born
the man slowly enters smelling of fists and rage
she jumps towards him and sinks the blade
from the innocent victim, a murderer is made
every abuse has a first time, my friend
speak out or become like her in the bitter end
is a murder committed with a knife the only answer
to make us murderers and children of disaster
speak out while you have the chance
someone will listen to your circumstance
do not wait for a blade to speak in your name
taking a life might open doors you need not go through
violence gives born to violence if the tongue does not speak
remember, you have a voice, you have strength even if you are weak
so speak
(c) 2016 Allen Simpson
Julie 26, 2016 at 7:44 nm
Jou uitroep namens slagoffers is uitmuntend verwoord Wolfie. ‘n Baie gevoelige seer onderwerp wat soveel vermy en dink dit sal die onuitgesproke laat verdwyn. Ek dink somtyds word net ‘n pleister opgeplak en die kern van die kwaad word nooit aangeraak of uitgesny nie, want dit kan mos nie waar wees nie….ongelukkig word slagoffers soms onomwonde onder die indruk gebring dat dit hul eie skuld is en dat hulle dit verdien…so kan ‘n bose kringloop ontstaan. Ek dink die wat uiteindelik uitbreek en hulself bevry, soos in jou woorde, is dun gesaai. Puik noodkreet vir die wat swyg…
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Augustus 5, 2016 at 10:28 vm
Dankie Hanneliese. Ja daardie bose kringloop eindig bitter min in iets positiefs maar ons moet bly hoop en as ons iemand sien worstel om uit so ‘n kringloop te kom moet ons hulle probeer wys dit is moontlik.
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Julie 27, 2016 at 9:51 nm
Jinne,ek het nie woorde nie!Uitstekend geskryf,Wolfie en wel oor ‘n aaklige onderwerp wat elke dag plaasvind
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Augustus 5, 2016 at 10:30 vm
Dankie bytjie. Ek hou mos daarvan om ‘n stem te wees wat uitspreek oor sulke goed. Bewus wees van eina onderwerpe is belangrik vir ons. Dit hou ons moreel.
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Julie 27, 2016 at 9:52 nm
Ek hou van jou nuwe uitleg..dit lees makliker op die wit agtergrond.😀
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Augustus 5, 2016 at 10:31 vm
Dankie, ek het gevoel ek wil my blad ‘makliker’ hê
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