SURRENDERED RESPONSIBILITY

READ IT HERE OR CLICK ON THE LINK  :

SURRENDERED RESPONSIBILITY

 

It was never going to be an ordinary day…

every fiber of her being screamed, “Don’t go, stay!”

But the words, she did not say out loud

for who would believe, her premonition unsound.

.

From that window ledge, her favourite seat

she watched security go on hastened feet

till all that was left was the empty path

and the sense of doom, loomed tall and dark.

.

Down that deserted path she unblinkingly did stare

as if to will her mother to be aware

of the danger of leaving her alone

in the confines of the home.

.

With flickering hope she knelt to pray

faith, was now her only main-stay

would iniquity win, as it did everyday

or would her God ‘Be Magnified’ today?

.

The minutes into hours, did slowly meld

the shadows lengthened, then for a time held

and that dreaded sound her ears pierced

the drunken footsteps, of that one accursed.

.

Fear, suddenly left her heart

determination now took its part

today the iniquitous would meet death

and she would live without regret.

.

Hastily, she got off her knees

swiftly, the steel paper knife she seized

turned just as her tormentor at her lunged

and in his black heart, the knife she plunged.

.

Then as swiftly she moved away

for his massive frame began to sway

and then toppled face-down on the bed

at the impact, the knife did deeply embed.

.

He jerked upright then backwards fell

onto the floor caught in death’s knell

flailing wildly at his chest

where the knife into his heart pressed.

.

He lay there, in the throes of death

painfully drawing on his breath

blood pooling where he lay

as his life slowly ebbed away.

.

And cowering in the shadows she vacantly stared

in the general direction of his head

and what she felt at first, was a rush of relief

finally came the numbness on the heels of dis-belief.

.

For long she sat in that crouched pose

till dawn broke, then agitated she rose

to relive the horror in her mind

of a childhood lost to that fiend.

.

He dared do the unethical deed

showed scant respect for the fruit of his seed

believing there would be repercussions none

a cover-up would be the only outcome.

.

Yes, it can never be an ordinary day

for ten years of enslavement ended that day

only to be replaced by bondage of another kind

her incarceration was sure, for justice is blind.

.

                                                                                                Jacqui

<blockquote>
<p style=”text-align: center;”>This post is part of the contest&nbsp;<span style=”color: #800000;”><strong><a title=”It was never going to be an ordinary day.. | WriteUpCafe.com” href=”http://www.writeupcafe.com/contest/1&#8243; target=”_blank”>It was never going to be an ordinary day..</a>&nbsp;</strong><span style=”color: #000000;”>on</span><strong> <a title=”WriteUpCafe.com” href=”http://www.writeupcafe.com/&#8221; target=”_blank”>WriteUpCafe.com</a></strong></span></p>
</blockquote>

 

Acceptable Perhaps, Ethical?

Do you ever notice the absence of intellect,

The absence of independent thought?

The absence of reasoned assessment,

And the stagnation it has wrought?

…

Not everything that a society accepts as moral is right … it could be acceptable yet unethical … like the power of suggestion

.

Handed down,

by word of mouth

for centuries,

to the unthinking devout.

 .

Then it was,

text’s mandate

the myth to further

disseminate.

 .

Now audio, video,

multiple media mix

ensures the message,

in the senses fix.

  .                                                                     

Yes, the power of suggestion,

of visual impact,

of repeated assertion,

that it is a fact,

of unquestioning acquiescence,

of learned attitudes,

maneuver sustained denunciation

of women of all hues.

 …

And though unacceptable

has raised not a brow

of the creeds that continued

dishonour allow

while collective consciousness

is now mired deep

in a fallacy

that causes woman much grief.

…

The dissenting voices are few and far between because for the majority, questioning authority is not an easy task, so the issue is avoided altogether. 

.

 When your acceptance is questioned

though it’s in sync with the pack

do you resist the need for re-assessment

for risk of being put on the rack?

…

 When an independent view-point is presented, more often than not, it is rejected outright and the presenter is ridiculed.

.

 When you encounter an independent opinion

what is your reaction to the same,

do you analyze its merits and demerits

or do you scoff at it, as lame?

…

 Thank you for taking the time to read through this post.  Perhaps you could take a few more minutes to ponder on :

.

How much do you do without question,

how much do you blindly accept,

without proof of credibility

just because it has collective respect?

…

Jacqui