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The Death of the Innocent

The Death of the Innocent

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The Death of the Innocent
______________________________
As she sat there in the frigid cold
Her baby in her arms
She thought back to that day
It was at the church picnic
It had been a fun day after church service
The picnic had come to an end as the Sun grew low on the horizon
She remember that she was just 16 on that day
Her mom and dad had left her to help Uncle Bob, he was the pastor
All the parishioners had headed home after all the fun
She was to help cleanup
But her Uncle had been drinking all during the picnic
In the back room of the church he took out his lust on her
She ran home her dress was torn, ashamed she hid in her room
When her mom tried to talk to her she turns her face and said her Uncle raped her
Her Mother cried that cannot be my brother would do no such things
You are nothing but a slut you had sex with that boy down the street and you’re trying
To blame my brother, my God he’s our minister
Word soon spread through the small town
People took to judging her and talking behind her back
She could no longer go to school; people who were her friends now had only contempt for her
Now it was clear she was with child, her mother now rejected her
As the rumors spread of what her Uncle did, but the people took his side that it was a lie
She asked for abortion but they said no you have sinned now you’ll have to pay the price. She was driven from the only home she knew, her mother and father would no longer support her
The baby came early in the spring in the dark alleyway there was no doctors to help her
The baby was deformed
They both became the scorn of the town
No one would give her any help, not even a job
She would spend the day scrounging for food; some would throw garbage at her and laugh
By this time she was harden to the hate every day it was express
They say your sins brought this on you God is punishing you with that ugly bastard
This went on through the summer and the fall
Now the cold wind brought in the first snow, she had nowhere to go
Now the sky was dark she had not had any food for the last two days, the only food she had she gave to her child
As the night crept in the temperature drop
The sky turn first to rain, then the snow came and the frigid cold sat in
As she sat on a cold old bench, her tears froze to her face
At some point she took off her ragged coat to wrap around her baby
Then it seems like a dream she felt warm as she drifted off to sleep
She was not aware when her child died there in her arms
But just a short time after the child had pass, she took her last breath
Now standing in a distorted haze her eyes gaze down on two empty bodies
Lying on a bench covered with snow
She now realize that the person is her
She also now realize that she did not feel and pain or hunger
She was no longer cold and there was a sense of peace that had come to her
Suddenly she realize that she was not alone, there by her side now stood
A large body of light as her eyes gaze at the light it took form
There in a robe of gold she saw a beautiful sight, that of a large being
She could not tell if it was man or woman
Then she saw the wings, and knew it was an angel
Fear not my child said a voice that was not spoken, but rather came within her head
It is time to take you home to where you’ll be safe
But I have sin am I going to hell she without words she just thoughts
No my child you did not sin, but those who condemned you did
But what of my child she thought
I am right here beside you where I have been all along
She a body of a man, he had a crown of thorns
That sat upon his long scraggly hair
He bore a long beard that covered a gentle face
His eyes were pure and you could feel his love
Both hands and his feet bore signs of blood
She said to him without sound you cannot be my baby
She sense a warmth from as words filled head
Yes I came to you upon your uncle’s evil actions
I could not bared to send another soul to suffer
I wanted to be near you as you face this challenge
You have endure the hate and hypocrisy
But in your own heart you never gave in to feel hate towards others
Your sacrifice and the love you gave to this child
Well bring about a strong remorse within that town
People will see through your death and sacrifice
A new beginning
Your forgiveness they will ask and I know you will give
As for your uncle his guilt will catch up with him
Within the year he drinks himself to death on a cold winter bench upon first snow
The dark dreary night gives away to a bright light
Between the angel and the ragged humble man
A soul returns to home.

Guildford H Windley
August 16, 2018

The Death of the Innocent
______________________________
As she sat there in the frigid cold
Her baby in her arms
She thought back to that day
It was at the church picnic
It had been a fun day after church service
The picnic had come to an end as the Sun grew low on the horizon
She remember that she was just 16 on that day
Her mom and dad had left her to help Uncle Bob, he was the pastor
All the parishioners had headed home after all the fun
She was to help cleanup
But her Uncle had been drinking all during the picnic
In the back room of the church he took out his lust on her
She ran home her dress was torn, ashamed she hid in her room
When her mom tried to talk to her she turns her face and said her Uncle raped her
Her Mother cried that cannot be my brother would do no such things
You are nothing but a slut you had sex with that boy down the street and you’re trying
To blame my brother, my God he’s our minister
Word soon spread through the small town
People took to judging her and talking behind her back
She could no longer go to school; people who were her friends now had only contempt for her
Now it was clear she was with child, her mother now rejected her
As the rumors spread of what her Uncle did, but the people took his side that it was a lie
She asked for abortion but they said no you have sinned now you’ll have to pay the price. She was driven from the only home she knew, her mother and father would no longer support her
The baby came early in the spring in the dark alleyway there was no doctors to help her
The baby was deformed
They both became the scorn of the town
No one would give her any help, not even a job
She would spend the day scrounging for food; some would throw garbage at her and laugh
By this time she was harden to the hate every day it was express
They say your sins brought this on you God is punishing you with that ugly bastard
This went on through the summer and the fall
Now the cold wind brought in the first snow, she had nowhere to go
Now the sky was dark she had not had any food for the last two days, the only food she had she gave to her child
As the night crept in the temperature drop
The sky turn first to rain, then the snow came and the frigid cold sat in
As she sat on a cold old bench, her tears froze to her face
At some point she took off her ragged coat to wrap around her baby
Then it seems like a dream she felt warm as she drifted off to sleep
She was not aware when her child died there in her arms
But just a short time after the child had pass, she took her last breath
Now standing in a distorted haze her eyes gaze down on two empty bodies
Lying on a bench covered with snow
She now realize that the person is her
She also now realize that she did not feel and pain or hunger
She was no longer cold and there was a sense of peace that had come to her
Suddenly she realize that she was not alone, there by her side now stood
A large body of light as her eyes gaze at the light it took form
There in a robe of gold she saw a beautiful sight, that of a large being
She could not tell if it was man or woman
Then she saw the wings, and knew it was an angel
Fear not my child said a voice that was not spoken, but rather came within her head
It is time to take you home to where you’ll be safe
But I have sin am I going to hell she without words she just thoughts
No my child you did not sin, but those who condemned you did
But what of my child she thought
I am right here beside you where I have been all along
She a body of a man, he had a crown of thorns
That sat upon his long scraggly hair
He bore a long beard that covered a gentle face
His eyes were pure and you could feel his love
Both hands and his feet bore signs of blood
She said to him without sound you cannot be my baby
She sense a warmth from as words filled head
Yes I came to you upon your uncle’s evil actions
I could not bared to send another soul to suffer
I wanted to be near you as you face this challenge
You have endure the hate and hypocrisy
But in your own heart you never gave in to feel hate towards others
Your sacrifice and the love you gave to this child
Well bring about a strong remorse within that town
People will see through your death and sacrifice
A new beginning
Your forgiveness they will ask and I know you will give
As for your uncle his guilt will catch up with him
Within the year he drinks himself to death on a cold winter bench upon first snow
The dark dreary night gives away to a bright light
Between the angel and the ragged humble man
A soul returns to home.

Guildford H Windley
August 16, 2018

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