For the Children/Victims

Wrote this poem for three (3) children in Dominica who are recent victims of senseless behaviour. I won't say anymore on the topic, let the poem speak for itself...

For Sophie, Rachel and Dahlia

They are our children too

By Nesta

Now what does that say about the justice system?

What about justice for our children?

Who really looks out for them?

Nobody cares for the innocent!

So sad, so sad are the stories,

No one seems to bother or worry,

Rachel, Sophie and now Dahlia.

Lonely tears that no one sees,

Silent cries that no one hears

Isn’t it strange coincidence?

That while one mother walks out of court

Another cries her heart out

That’s just too strange,

I felt compelled to shout out!

Scream out for them as they rest and wait,

Wondering why the world has sealed their fate?

Pondering what they did to deserve their death?

Their bodies may be gone but their souls aren’t at rest.

I see them too, on their knees praying

Hoping that they can protect the next victim.

The next fatality from our reckless behavior,

Who will be their savior?

When all is said and done

I don’t hate the mother or driver,

I just feel for the children;

The REAL victims…

Thoughts

My friends always seem to inspire my poetry and this offering is no different. I took one line from a conversation that I was having with Michelle Belle (a blackberry conversation) and developed the rest of the poem around it. See if you can guess which line it is

Thoughts

I laugh out loud

Just to keep from crying.

If the rainbow is a promise

Then what’s the storm?

After all, the damage has already been done!

I’ve made so much from so little

Now I’m left alone to pick up the pieces

All is gone; left with only rubble.

I have to start over, back to square one

Run the race again,

When it was so close to being won.

It pains me to know,

But at least I’ve got the experience to lean on…

I’ve done it before

And I surely can do it again.

Walking through the blazing sun

Dancing in the pouring rain,

Living to see another day.

Light always follows the dark of the night

So showers of blessings will come my way.

From the ashes I am reborn

Walking with my chest to the sky,

As I hop, skip and jump through

This maze called life.

Wish me the best,

Please I beg!

But, not luck though,

There’s no such thing

When you’re divinely blessed…