The Dead mans Tale (Still Editing)

If only I could

So hopelessly rejected, in a world of shame. If only I could change the time for everything, for every activity under heaven. If only I could change the season of sorrow into joy, the tears of the oppressed into a sound of celebration. I looked and saw the tears of the oppressed.

They had no comforter to comfort them, nor shoulders to cry on. They lay waste, with their eyes full of tears because of injustice.

As everyone comes, so do they depart. If only I could change the time to mourn and  the time to weep.

I have seen grievous evil, a mother seeking to kill her children. Have she forgotten the hours of her labor, the pain during her child birth?
I know that it will go better with those that are oppressed and rejected, if only I could change the hearts of their foe’s.

If only I could change the viper in the wind and the direction it travels, and  more ever calm the wave tossed in the ocean,  I would turn the hate of their enemies into love and cause their jealousy to vanish and never again will they have a part in anything that brings tears into the eyes of the innocent.

I have seen terrible things, but if only I could.

I also saw this one terrible thing, feasts made to celebrate the downfall of the hopeless, those that cannot defend themselves. If only I could.

I have seen terrible things, the victims of abuse crushed and their desires collapsed. I have notice the grieve on the faces of the fatherless, the afflictions on the motherless, rejection on the widow and abuse on those that cannot defend themselves, strike with terrors of fear.

If I could gather the Sky’s together and establish mountains, I could have taken them refuge.

I have seen terrible things, victims of abuse committing suicide; just because they could no longer carry the pain. Prostitution became their source of income, drugs their source of joy an calmness of mind.

If only I could establish a stronghold against their sorrow and ill gotten pain and set them in place, like the moon and the stars, I will rejoice and be glad. The helpless are plundered and the needy groan. “ How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and day after day have sorrow in my heart, how long will my enemies triumph over me and rejoice when I fall?”

I have seen terrible things, but only if I could change them. “What can I do!” I to am a victim. My pain has devoured me as though eating bread, my sorrow has surpassed me as though drinking the choicest wine.

I have become an outcast, an alien among people I know. My bones grow weary and my soul faints within me. But if only I could. I do hope I was free, like the angels in heaven.

If only I could change the date I was brought forth, and the womb from were I was born, I would have chosen for myself a happy and caring family.

Seasons changes, flowers blossoms, the fig trees bring forth fruits, they rejoice as a man rejoice at the day of his harvest. But if only I could change the length of seasons  I would , and reduce the periods of harvesting I would, for all I have ever harvested was pain and shame.

I have seen terrible things, the cry of the hopeless never heard. The wind blows here and there, seasons change as stars move above the sky! Yes the heavens rejoice and is glad but yet the pain of the rejected child remains unheard, but if only I could.

“Look!” pain exclaim, “let us oppress them until none of them is left standing”

I can no longer bear the pain, the pain of crying, the pain of trying.

“See, the loved ones have grown cold, their warmth of love has withered away like grass and fainted like wild flowers”

“This is not good” I grumbled.

Than this happened, a mother kissing her children good bye, “Alright already, don’t forget that mummy Love’s you so much!”

“ Do you realize how much pain it brings?”

I stood there with unseen thoughts quietly, as my desires wrestle within me that if only I could.

“ Look!” I said again as she looked at me sideways while waving her children goodbye, “Have my smell became the source of my rejection and my appearance the pillars of my pain?”

The motherless remained motherless, their cry are cut off. “ Do you realize what pain this can brings, when the ones you hope for only care about the ones they brought forth?

If only I could I would change the length of the day and night. The day will be long an in fact there would be no more night, for there the fatherless lay in the Shadow of death. Their foes desire to shed blood unseen.

I went through terrible things, Mrs. Green passing me by, shaking her heard with unseen thoughts as I lay there on the ground like a hungry dog, totally devoured by pain.

“Get out off here, useless thing!” Mr. Scott shouts as he throws stones at me, “If I see you near my house again I will deal with you”

Our dwelling place has become our swelling place, our place of hope has become our center of grieve. Hunger has devoured and plundered us yet our cry for help remains unheard.

“Humans!” I cried, “If you can do this to your kind, how much more to a living dog?”

If only I could. I wish I was free like the angels in heaven.

It all happened in David's Hillside, a land reckoned and well-known