Don't Forget Me Please...

DON’T FORGET ME PLEASE – I’M THE ONE
ARC © 8/1997 *

Forest, campfires, brilliant stars, full moon,
children laughing, guitar singing, late June.

Family by my side, peace and freedom my right,
benevolent feelings for peers throughout site.


The breeze welcomed after hot summer day
that was filled with hiking and exploring play.

But the wind suddenly picks up bringing cries,
and I hear poignant whispers and sighs.


Don’t forget me please as you sit by the fire,
hear my pleading voice in the universal choir.

I’m the woman sealed in a room by my Moslem father,
for sin of man seeing my face who was not my brother.


I’m the black on death row down south condemned to die,
for killing the man who raped my daughter three feet high.

I’m the insured soldier denied benefits for veterans,
because mission was classified covert by security bans.


I’m the immigrant who fears biased American rules,
for I hearkened to Statue of Liberty word jewels.

I’m the battered wife who fears for her life,
by drunken husband who sadistically loves strife.


I’m the abused child of parents who use drugs,
my life is torture, fear, rats, and bugs.

I’m the homeless who can’t find a job,
society turns its head and calls me a slob.


I’m the addict with a disease detested by all,
if I had epilepsy or diabetes, I could walk tall.

I’m the minority prejudiced by whites,
keeping me down to secure their rich heights.


I’m the Jew persecuted for eons there and here,
no crimes, just Godly survival, yet you fear.

I’m the Christian who yearns for serenity,
but am martyred for my belief in the Trinity.


I’m the Catholic married by a Higher Power,
yet condemned by religious in church tower.

I’m the Indian who reveres all nature,
but proselytized by ideology nomenclature.


I’m the homosexual androgynous from birth,
who suffers from prejudiced cruel mirth.

I’m the unborn to be killed,
my destiny eternally stilled.


I’m the primitive free from industrial hell,
forced to join civilized who live in a cell.

I’m the animal tortured for your pleasure,
experiments sans anesthesia to build up treasure.


I’m the old who are ignored like trash,
who’ve lost value in assets and cash.

I’m the youth with no hope for tomorrow,
poor education & little discipline breed sorrow.


I’m the oppressed by tyrants who reign,
whose life is slavery, hunger, and pain.

I’m the veteran, who fought for your rights,
but can’t sleep because of war dream nights.


I’m the woman, who should be your equal,
but the disparity is a never-ending sequel.

I’m the man struggling for fulfillment,
reduced to puppet disillusionment.

I’m the child born out of wedlock branded illegitimate sin,
whose parents married like Adam & Eve - had Able; our kin.

I’m the disabled through no choice of my own,
eliminate me was Hitler’s Aryan tome.

I’m the retarded, who will never achieve like you succeed,
viewed in the garden of human life as if I was a weed.

I’m the freak of nature with a body mismatched,
faces turn as if my birth was hatched.

I’m the foreigner unwelcome on American land,
your ancestors made it, but me you want to band.

I’m the descendent of the slave you bought and sold,
keeping me disadvantaged with your color-class hold.


I’m the slum city child, who sees no birds or trees,
sameness, darkness, stench, garbage permeate my breeze.

I’m the citizen growing more helpless every day,
as my government sells its soul the devil’s way.


I’m the third world country across the sea,
praying you will adopt us like Alaska and Hawaii.

I’m the ex-con, who did wrong, paid the fair price,
yet you still throw the stones, treat me like lice.

Don’t forget me please for I am one of many,
you will find me in every nook and cranny.

As you enjoy God’s gifts to you,
hear my cry and experience my view.


The wind Cries transformed to subconscious sleep,
I’m the never ending others who lamentably weep.

I woke vowing to remember their cries every day,
praying to help: God, please show me the way.

+++
###