Portrait of Desperation
From the pages of an evening newspaper came the clipping ...it formed the basis for my poem. Portrait of desperation
What a piteous life some people live
As victims in lifes game
Then wind up here in potters field
With only fate to blame
When somewhere between earth and sky
Three small angels pause in flight
To wave goodbye to all they knew
Before mom lost her fight
Yes...they knew how much mom loved them
But killed them desperately
When in a game of last resort
She lost so misberably
For her small need was foodstamps
To keep those three kids fed
But caseworker told her case denied
Desperation ..raised it's head
She left the food stamp office
Her urgent pleas denied
Now she had no way to feed three tots
How would she stand their cries
Hear them suffer pangs of hunger
Hear them beg for scraps of bread
Her poor mind was in a tizzy
Horrid pictures filled her head
For years she had a steady job
Till economy went bad
Now the bank had took their home away
Been a year since they'd seen dad
Poor desperate mom...her anger grew
As she picked up kids...went back
Under her arm she packed a gun
Hidden in a paper sack
She asked for her caseworker
And when he let her in
She pulled that gun..and shot her kids
Right there in front of him
In tears she said..do you see this
With your bureaucratic no
You sentenced them to starve to death
I will not watch that..No!
The worker reached to grab a phone
That lay on nearby shelf
No need for that...cried the tearful mom
Then ...bang.. she shot herself
The poor man stared in disbelief
Tho he never shed a tear
As he stepped across a body
And headed for the stair
And the wheel of life spun round and round
And the world went on that day
Just another hand in the game of fate
Where some win and other pay
What a ghastly hand some people hold
Dear God! It just ain't right
When the picture shows four people dead
In this book...the book of life
By jollynoblefrog
© 2012 jollynoblefrog
(All rights reserved)
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