Life Poem: The First Sacrifice
In this article, we furnish you with one our poems and of course, the first ever poem on this site. This is actually a life poem which touches on pertinent issues in our society.
There are times the returns we gain today forbid us from seeing the dangers they pose in a future date. This life poem revolves around the abusive treatments given to children at their very tender ages.
It is an apostrophe, the title couldn’t have been better since it is much of a synonymous experience – life poem.
Many people sometimes feel that, because such individuals are weak and fragile we tend to set out abusive treatments to them.
Let’s get to know that their future is shaped base on what they are exposed to today. If we could measure the mental torture we offer these kids, we would for ones take a step back before giving them such treatments.
But I tell you, you are creating what you cannot control tomorrow. Such treatments put out of them the feel for humans, love/affection and even affects them mentally.
You also do away that cordial relationship or the closeness you suppose to have as parents and children. You are gradually driving his or her interest away from home and if care is not taken, he/she later becomes hardened and difficult to control.
Get them close to you today, make them friends and enjoy a better life living with them in future. Stop the abuse and treats all equal.
Now enjoy reading this life poem
THE FIRST SACRIFICE
(by, Isaac N. Leo)
The sacrifice I made
Wasn’t the sacrifice at stake
Thinking I was the fish in question
Created a muddy solemn
All peace I needed was the pieces lost 5
But I kept uttering, I needed those sacrifices
When realized it was no forthcoming
Had no option than to create a gap of yawning
Yawning that pushed me into hiding
Was the hiding curated me 10
Not sure this is me
I felt and still feel a lot’s drawn
Drawn?
Yes, because I didn’t realize the sailing was mine
All these were your fault 15
And I put no blame who fault
You needed to can and sealed me up
Oiled me, not creating this numbness
Maybe, none saw the monster spring up
Who is to blame for this mess? 20
Whose monster ever had a human feel?
And whose monster ever felt sentimental?
Not coming for a payback
But this is what monsters drink
This is the flesh for our feast 25
It can be no least
Because, you were on your height
And had no feel for this plight
It’s now the monster’s time
And cannot be tamed 30
Since none of the families is tamed
It’s our feast
Let’s dine
But I tell you, we do the least
It’s a sacrifice paid for!
THE END.
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