Stranger 'In Some' Strange Land Poem by James McLain

I Wonder lost,
tired and afraid;
an epidemic
in reverse
to repeat it's self again.

How was I raped?
Was it from the act?
Did I do it to myself?

Did some one tell you to.
To keep the home.
To keep the land.
To keep the child.

Before her birth, I thought
you had disposed of
like the first.
I never saw.

I know 'I' Raised my voice.
I never struck you.

How were you to live
the way you did.
With all your wine.


Here I sleep,
while standing up
alone
alone and all afraid;
I whom swam with sharks.
I whom fought off death
so many times.

I may have now lost count.
Not any more.
No not now.

Does my little healthy girl
when you are drunk each night
again fear,
what you might say to her.

Did you not think any or if all
about her life.
When you took
my soul from her;
Her virginity before
it had evolved.


Her life,
My hopes
Her dreams
one day because of that.

I wonder lost untill that day,
like spring,
that never comes around.

a 'MOTHERS' day with out
Mays flowers.

Like a
Stranger 'in some' Strange Land,
walking on crushed skulls
of they whom came before.

What should 'WE' do with those like you.
Whom waste the men and little girls.
On 'Evil' such as that.