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God's Child This Wild?

written by: Sylvia Frances Chan



A pure child who shouts so wild
not from my loved ones, not yours
and in no way God's child, so wild

a swagger a deserter?
I dunno
but what I know is:

he has stolen his own wealth
the richdom he ripped it off his own body
he dissected himself
all the time constantly

now he has become bones only
even his shadow has left him
not a tale as in Peter Pan
but the saddest reality

a tragedy of the saddest truth
since he is blaming constantly
innocent societal persons
poets with dignity

he is no more than a shadowless male
who is writing his own tragic tale
I do not speak any more of stealing nor theft
but that tragic tale that he has become

he dissected himself
all the time constantly

now he has become bones only
even his shadow has left him

his flesh and shadow are bored with him

of yelling at innocent persons
shouting at innocent poets

not mine strife in this forsaken life
as God's servant, my strife
praying to Him constantly in the refrain
oh Lord, I am suffering from pain

Sylvia Frances Chan

Sylvia Frances Chan

Mum of three sons, lecturer, essay writer, critic, paintress (impressionism), designer of online cards, cartoonist. Other poems published in websites as Kalaage, The Literary Yard, Poemhunter, Hello Poetry, Allpoetry, Poetry.Com (editor Judy Lynn), MyPoeticSide. Annual Reunion Trisakti University in Jakarta, Indonesia, where she declamates her own poems. She graduated in the Engl. Language-and-Literature. Born In Jakarta, she resides now in the Netherlands, where she enjoys walking, breathing the free air and creating poems under the deep blue sky....
Emeralds Green, a Poem Book by Xlibris.Press, UK.
Who's Who in Poetry International (Vol II) an Anthology by Judy Lynn, Cal. USA.
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