EFFIGIES
EFFIGIES
…and I wander down this frightening road,
always doing as I am told.
Begging God to help me
Meek and quiet, with walls I blend.
Fearing they would call me again
to point out another sin!
Dull are our clothes, from effigies they hang.
Gone is our language…
will our parents still understand us?
I miss the warriors drumming thunder!
taking comfort from Mother Earth,
and the skies that we laid under.
Missing the food, gifts from Mother Nature.
While mother’s hugs kept evil away,
that father could always conquer.
Once happy children, now we fear to laugh!
So broken are the souls in us…
for laughter could bring death
.and I wander down this frightening road
always doing as I am told
begging God to help me
wondering why God does not see…
Linda Seaman.LS ~ August 18, 2011~