War-Cry
Copyright © 1996 by Penny Paton
Hear this war cry -- hear my moan. From years of sadness, years
of madness I suffered alone. For years of shame in my cave filled with blame, you've
remained in my mind, committing your crimes.
Hear this war cry -- hear my voice. You filled me with drugs. I
had no choice. I ran away in desperation, never able to escape humiliation, then became
lost in the darkness of depression and self-destruction.
Hear this war cry -- hear the truth. Talked to you for years,
through all those tears, did you forget who I was, what I stood for, believed in? Did you
forget what was said? I had turned to you in grief and despair. In that time of sorrow, in
that time of need, I became the victim of your sick greed.
Hear this war cry -- my whisper in the wind. A silent rage that
I'd turned within. Thought you were my healer, physician, and friend. You, on that
pedestal the slayer of my soul, crippled my mind, committed your sin!
Hear this war cry -- hear it in the rain. Bleeding from this
wound is emotional pain. Inside, you are ugly. Evil venom flows through your twisted vein.
Hear this war cry -- hear my roar. once your patient, then your whore. I've lost a
lifetime. I lost sanity because of your disgustingly, cruel vanity.
Hear this war cry -- hear my shout. You've remained in my mind
creating and maintaining self-doubt. You are guilty of betrayal. Now the truth is out.
Hear this war cry -- It's an ancient groan, a guttural sound from
the depths of all those abused. Who has cried as I, "What's the use?" You
trusted ones, cloaked in fake flowers, leave your victims sexually, physically, and
emotionally shattered. Then we hide you, could not betray you, we protect you in our ivory
towers. You know you take shelter in our heads, further damage of abuse. Hear this war cry
-- there is no excuse!
Hear this war cry -- hear the thunder, lightning striking all
around. You and your kind will finally be found. The world will know your injurious
crimes, and know of the damage done to our minds.
Hear this war cry -- the sound of silence. There will come a time
for balance. I'll find life's key embedded in my own ground. I am removing your cloak,
shattering the pedestal, imploding that ivory tower, and in its place plant real flowers.
You who are naked, known by all to be villains, will at last be victims of your own ruin.
Hear this war cry -- hear my prayer. Heed the warnings of what
survivors of abuse tell. You may also become a victim, and life thereafter a living hell!
After awhile, after a pause, hear the war cry -- take up this
cause. I am your child, mother, brother, father, sister, neighbor, wife, husband, friend.
Hear the war cry -- stop abuse! Make it end. |
