Child of the sand

We are equal, but none could be less so. A poem written for an English assignment, hope you like it?

Driving down Main,

Musty, Shadowy smells of smoke exude up,

Soupy yellow curls wisp and turn and swirl,

both inside the car and upon the

smokestack horizon of the city,

Thuribles of incense to our modern religion.

Bleak Morning,

Mourning for the loss of opportunities and sweet souls.

 

We stop at red.

The sun deftly hid behind soured yellow cloud,

As if tired of his futile task of warming

the ungrateful gleams of tin roofed houses

that greets him with stench of human waste,

Festering on earth next to snarling mongrel dogs.

Human waste,

Walking in rags and blankets to rotting wounds of the city.

 

Garbage heaps left

Behind by my resentful father’s hand.

Her brown eyed smile looks up, gaze meets mine,

Past black and messy plaited locks of

childhood innocence, sweet and mild as mother’s milk.

That sweet smile.

The same desperate hope that comes from starving mongrel dogs.

 

I’ll look away.

And mine and my father have done forever.

We’ll drive on; she’ll look away, but still stand

Upon lonely street corner of life.

Memories of her false god will haunt

Her every sense, she learned to love him from age of babe.

Her father.

Turning deaf ear to his child’s screams in pain and blood.

 

She’ll remember.

His power and weight, his primal presence and

her broken divinity. The thought will turn

her once praying hands to darkness and

bloody murder worthy of Satan.

Tears grow in eyes, baby in her twelve year old frame.

Her baby.

Not of immaculate conception, but of pain and power.

 

 

Farewell child

I’ll never see you again

Except in guilty, haunting dreams

We’re equal, but none could be less so

I’ll look down

from my lofty perch and feel

I could have done more.

Stand well on that lonely corner

for your screams have gone unheard.

Child of the sand.

Slip away.

Author's Note

Some comment/suggestion would be greatly appreciated, my first post, so, would love to hear the opinion of more experienced contributors.