To hell I am inured
Her childhood she spent
In a backwater of development
Where harmful practices
Mainly the fair sex that subject,
Thrived rampant.
A blow on the row dealt
Broke she sobbed and wept
Irritate at a community
Social filths that tolerate.
On a way to school
Raped by a woody pool,
She and her dream
For a life better
Got asunder,
Not to mention
The lacerating physical pain
She was forced to suffer!
A mental serenity deprived
Panicky rendered
Worse still
A sinful by all shunned
Her psychological carapace
To panic ceded place!
A mental serenity deprived
Panicky rendered
Scoffed out from school
She dropped.
With few
To understand her position
She felt it a terrible sin
To give a red card to the seed
That forced its way in.
However unable to withstand
Repulsion to the conceived
Revolt took the upper-hand
As it is not hard to understand.
After the conceived
A cherub turned
Qualms of concise assailed
Afraid abduction
And a rape second
In fleeing to town
She sought salivation,
Expecting people
With a touch of civilization.
There to a couple with a child
A servant she turned
And some skills she acquired,
But seduced by the husband
By the wife upbraided and slapped
Half her chicken fed salary deducted
To compensate for a glass
She clumsily in haste smashed
Herself she found
Cadging for bread
And shelter in the neighborhood.
By a dealer advised
And lured by what she heard
Hand me downs attired
A brothel she joined
With feelings buyout
Inundated.
Nights wild she spent
With the fortune and alcohol mad
Even the pilferers and the frustrated
To alcohol,'Chat',sex-orgies
And hashish addicted.
So ans so her health unheeded
She soon ailed from ailments of every kind
And took to bed.
To the God blest friends who brings
Her bread
This she said on her deathbed,
"As tradition bid
When my obituary is read
My body to my mother town ferried
And dust on me turned,
Make sure this is included
When before God I stand
And my case is heard
Where is your conceived?
And why my commandments
You haven't observed?
I will answer
It is the community that
Me born and raised
And cruelly molded bad shaped
accountable should be held
For all I did ill fate coerced
Besides to hell I am inured!
Thanks to your revering mankind!
So God
Hell if once more
I am to be remanded
Am I to be sacred?
From earthly hell
To heavily hell transferred!
Alem Hailu G/Kristos
Tue 27th Jan 2015 14:51
Thank you for your positive feedback.
Sometimes to convey a social message we have to shift focus from 'art for art sake' to 'art for life's sake' .I learned the advantage of exploiting literature in carrying across social message from Maxim Gorky.
About the language, for the sake of music I use inversion,in Ethiopian poetry rhyming is a must.
Any ways if the message finds its ways into readers' heart the poem has effectively served its purpose.
I read too much classic poems and evidently I must be some what shaped by what I read.
Thank you all.I am happy to keep in touch with so much knowledgeable poets at writeoutloud.com.
But in my country many people say my language is difficult for them!