Lost Innocence (for deverse; Fair)

I thought it

would be fair

way back when

before I learned

of atrocity

Sitting in a classroom

15, blinded by what

I thought it meant to

be human

Kind, compassionate,

loving

Then truth stabbed me

in that room filled with peers-

 

As we fixed our gaze

on a slideshow of genocide

mastered by a madman

supported by his followers

Men, women and children

all heaped in mass of

“ethnic cleansing”

I remember crying, unable

to sleep

asking my dad how such a thing

could happen, not once but

many times?

He shook his head

unable to find an answer. 

Always

I will be haunted

from the visions

of concentration camps.

 I felt my innocence

die that day.

and still I wonder
how life could be
so far from fair?

Ghost (for deverse; The Book of Dead Man)

Am I a ghost?

A lingering presence

caught between then

And now.

                        

It was not easy

shedding flesh

for spirit-

All the longing,

wishes I let die

I thought the mirrors lied-

Telling me I was dying

I wasn’t finished-

Prayers went unanswered

Glad I wasn’t a prophet

to my own demise

I was a fate

I never knew.