December 7, 2019
If I tell you the truth
As it was told to me
You will say:
“SHE’S A DAMN LIAR!”
Too hard is the truth to see with open eyes.
So I paint you a poem that
With an open heart.
They came in the night; unprepared
were we. With only a promise in hand; we
had to flee. To ANOTHER’S land where WE
could be free. In GOD we trusted our Liberty.
We know now is the time to face the injustice and insanity…
Our accusers met on a field by Thee lain.
Atonement for the lives of the innocent slain.
(Dear God have mercy on those who believe in your promise to return in OUR darkest hour of need. Fulfill your promise and teach us again of JOY! And LAUGHTER…Restore the glory of YOUR KINGDOM on Earth as it is in Heaven...but first, there was a
war in Heaven.)
First, They took my husband and our four sons; in a river of blood
Drowned. Just like in “old Pagan days”
“KILL THE PAGANS FOR THEY ARE PEACEFUL AND PROSPEROUS…
and I AM a jealous God”
Was what their book said.
“Nothing will save you”
Said the poet.
And Loki thought to himself:
(I will teach them to hate one another…that through their own understanding they may come to know love.)
Next, They raped our daughters so that in shame we would live long lives to tell our stories one-by-one of how we survived by treachery, lies and depravity.
A broken spirit dies not, but waits–longing–to tell HER tale.
Devoured my unborn-child to be born once again.
Do you understand?
Plain English cannot fathom
The depths of heart-ache
For those whom life was taken away…
Only in song.
The Anguish of a Nation
Left to rot in the fields…
Bone, blood and tears
Fertilize and revitalize
Love will make her moist…again.
The lie They would have me believe
On my Grandmother’s grave–I cannot.
Our future is tied together.
United States. Ukraine. Russia.
Will WE see
The choice is always ours to make.