The Life And Death Of Young Christpowers Poem by Terry Dawson

The Life And Death Of Young Christpowers

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Now in our time lives upright man,
Conscience his master stern,
Though in this land of tyranny
Brave men are apt to burn.
And while he is a simple man,
In moral strength he towers
And when to him a son was born,
They called his name Christpowers.

The father proud takes up his stand
Against the evil state
And dangers harsh must he endure
From the cruel men of hate.
The yoke of persecution falls
Upon his shoulders broad
But no onslaught will make him bend
Nor sheath his righteous sword.

Now those in league with wickedness
- Hyenas in the night -
Dark-hearted do their evil work
'Gainst those who stand for right.
And fire is their agency -
One match can reek great ruin.
They do not care, great strife they bring
To land disaster-strewn.

It was the night Christpowers was born
The first time evil struck.
Into black night the family fled
Trusting to God and luck.
On mountainside birth pains begin
And scant the light to show
From leaping flames where homestead burns
In valley far below.

Now in the wild winter veldt
This dark and moonless night,
The birth is not an easy one
Without the aid of sight.
It's not sure if new life will see
The coming up of sun.
In awful dark in hopefulness
They name him for God's Son.

But fate dealt kind, the child lives,
He prospers well in truth,
Though a blight falls on what should be
His carefree time of youth.
An awful and in-creeping fear
Preoccupies his mind:
Nine times have flames consumed his home;
Evil with dark combined!

Christpowers at the age of ten
Awakens cold with fright,
He's heard a thump land on the roof
The thatch is sure alight.
An acrid smoke engulfs the hut
In blindness children flee
But Christpowers is in distress
He can't in time get free...

This grim crime's author all men know
For red in claw and tooth
The heartless heads of this land are;
They cannot hide the truth.
With a white heat resentment burns
Yet fear quells rising tide,
But certain, soon, bank-bursting flood
Will sweep all filth aside!

Monday, July 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death,fear,life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is unfortunately a true story and I have related the events that occurred as best I know them.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Loke Kok Yee 25 July 2016

you have related the events very well. I had great pleasure reading this poem thank you

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Terry Dawson

Terry Dawson

Harare, Zimbabwe.
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