By
Helen Constantine
How many paths must one soul take
Before earth's binding shackles, shatter or break
How many paths must we take
How well do we listen, if by chance we hear
Sacred sounds slithering through the sinuous air
How well do we listen, if ever we hear
© Copyright Reserved Helen Constantine 2009
Helen Constantine
Dogged dogma and conceit
Impious chiefs and clerics
Sanctimoniously teach and preach
Toxic hate and bitter brutal bigotry
To the vulnerable and naive
Who blindly and readily believe
That which they rarely perceive
For a Dear little man Daniel Pelka
Written
By
Helen Constantine
For a dear little man Daniel Pelka
No moments of happiness
Dwelt, in your short lived life
You only knew ruthless madness?
Ceaseless cruel sadness and strife
I read in your eyes, the need
For a love, you never ever knew
From the one who it’s said, bore you?
Still, your heart stayed pure and true
Whilst you were being robbed of
Your right to live, life through!
Why was fate so unkind?
To a fragile faultless soul!
Who could harm?
What on earth did you do
To merit an end that’s beyond belief
Why did no one see your need and grief?
The truth is; God knows, we failed a tiny lad
Who often only found, relief in sleep?
I ‘m sure you never knew
Your days were numbered few
Or those you loved and trusted
Would take away so soon
The precious gift of life, from you
You’re now in the arms of eternal peace
And the pain you bore to the very last
Is now, in the well-forgotten past
©copyright 2/8/1213
SYMBOLS
ByHelen Constantine
Idols and symbols conjured to deceive
Adorned altars’, immersed in Dogged dogma and conceit
Toxic hate and bitter brutal bigotry
To the vulnerable and naive
Who blindly and readily believe
That which they rarely perceive
©Copyright secured Helen Constantine August 2011
All my poems can be found in my book of poems "Sail With Me"
All my poems can be found in my book of poems "Sail With Me"
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