Wednesday, March 30, 2016

A Princess Died


 

 

By Robert L. Vogel – in response to the senseless slaughter of a Navajo Woman in Winslow Arizona on Easter Sunday, 2016

 

A Princess of the People died in the Dismal Swamp today,

lost among the rot, dead trees and odorous decay.

Lost on the trails that twist through the darkness,

lost on the pathways that bear no promise,

a twisted maze where truth is a lie,

and the lies are as many as gnats in the sky.

 

Deep into the demon infested decay

she wandered, unguided, her soul at bay,

beleaguered by hounds on her heels

chasing her down to capture and steel

her soul lost on the twisted pathways, amid the dismal

waters of the festering swamp, the abysmal

creation of their demonic imagination

where they are sure all want inauguration

and participation.

 

It was sad to see

the dogs tear her down, when she was free,

they bound her, took her spirit, her rights,

tortured her, denied her even the light,

left her lost and alone, until she had to fight,

her spirit had to take flight,

her talon bared at her enemy’s face

was all the power she could embrace.

 

On that day, the demon’s power was greater.

He unleashed thunderbolts that tore into her,

smashed through her from outside in,

left her crumpled and destroyed, no sin,

just her talon bared and anger in her eye,

the face of a Princess, the Eagle’s defiant cry,

left by a swamp demon on the sacred earth,

whose fear can’t justify her tragic death.

 

Just one more princess who’s life the demons’ tore

away, just one more soul lost in a spiritual war,

The Spirits of those slaughtered first,

come to gather her up, to prepare her for rebirth.

The demons shudder at what is to come soon,

when their doleful swamp finally falls to ruin.

Goodbye now, Princess, it is well to mourn you,

To the Spirit and the Light we will ever be true.

 

 

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