Savage Raping Of A Queen

A poem of brutality

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Savage Raping

Of A Queen

 

Our serene

Haitian Queen,

        Surrounded

By the warmest

Aqua blue water,

Your people stagger To their feet

With dismay and Emptiness

In their eyes.

 

 

Trying to understand the squalor

And stench of death that’s cursed

Your beautiful land.

 

 

Mother Nature’s

Powerful force has

Struck your

Angelic face,

Like the balled fist

Of a mighty

Drug czar.

 

 

Your bronze 

Earthen plates

Appear as if you’ve

Seized and twisted stubbornly

In a disheveled bed.

 

 

Violently protesting

The powerful hands,

That tied your sinewy

 Arms to the bedposts,

To savagely 

Rape you.

 

 

With greed and lust

In their hungry eyes

As they

Disgraced you.

 

 

 

They stole from you all of your

Beauty and plunder That your Gracious Mother Blessed

 You with at

Your birth.

 

 

How your creator,

Hangs his head

In sorrow now.

 

 

Like a hostile father,

He seeks revenge,

His mind spins with Questions,

As he blames

Himself.

 

 

Where did I go wrong?

 

 

Why wasn’t I more

Protective of my Cherished

Caribbean Princess?

 

Reviews

[KAREN]

Imagery is great! Sad thing that happened in Haiti, this poem expressed that very well!

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Well written poem on rape, the imagerys was excellent!

[D.J. Lutz]

I have been to Haiti (pre-quake) and this poem already fit at that time. Now so even more. Thank you for thinking of the people there. Beautiful work.

[xx_strawberry_xx]

Other than that 1 typo (herished instead of cherished), it was really really good. I don't really have anything else to say than that. Amazing :D

[Linear]

Er you missed the C off cherished, its a fact that the whirlwinds rape, leave what once was so beautiful ragged and bleeding, but soon all is forgoten till the next rape, someyimes of a different kind. Great poem Marie

[E.H. Monroe]

Oh ho. Mother nature is going to be pissed and scorch the earth at the 11th hour. She just bodes her time, crying for a f**k of a long time with a hammer waiting to put the screws to us.

This is the reminder that whenever you think you got away with it, she likes to say "boy are YOU s**t out of luck"

Great read

[Solidad]

J'adore..There really isn't much more to say than that.

[Robin]

a paradise whose wounds may never heal ..

[Jibey]

You use the image of rape with effect, making us feel the pain of this situation...