Assault

Public perception versus reality

 

You were screaming

The most vile things

And I was begging you

To come in the bedroom with me

Telling you we could talk privately there

But you wouldn’t listen

 

Our children were listening though

When you called me that horrible name

And your son looked up at me and

Called me the same thing

Thinking that it was funny

Because he was only two

 

And when your daughter

Turned pale and put her hand

Over her open mouth in horror

Because you had just called her mother

A lousy piece of trash

And she was four

And old enough to understand

That calling her mommy a name

Was a really bad thing to do

 

Now the courts think

I must have been crazy

To leave my lovely husband

The minister of the Gospel

They took my children

And gave them to the man

Who violated his sacred trust

And his solemn promise

 

They do not understand

What you are like behind closed doors

But I know

That the God who called you

Is the same God

Who will call you to account

Reviews

[Succubi]

this poem is perfect for my arguement against the corruption of power
a priest getting away with assault because he was looked upon as a righteous man even though he really isn't is a perfect example of corruption of power

great piece...i loved it
i felt the heartache and the pain that echoed in this poem
along with the horror and atrocity that comes along with it

great piece =)

[melanie j bean]

amen to that! God knows and sees all no matter how painful it is to us, because he never promised to prevent such pain, but only that he would endure it with us, to beieve in him to see us through and mend our broken wings.

[Legion]

How sad and desolate. What kind of man can walk two lines - one in the light and one in the dark. If this is a true story, I feel for you. What a wolf in sheep's clothing. Well written though.