Target Practice

White
paper
printed black;
sniper pulls back:
targets are attacked;
no more color of black.
Civil forces complacent,
as they sat in adulation;
worshipping their marks on the paper,
where bullets pierced the images of men.

Target Practice by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Comment

This poem was driven by an article I read a few days ago that upset me. I am writing this poem to help bring light to the issues of social injustice and bigotry we face in society.

Undress Me

My
lover;
my loving
gentle giant;
engaged for eight months,
then we became transformed.
Married to my one true love,
until the day his veil wore thin;
he would undress me, then abuse me,
descending upon me in vicious rage
as I kicked and screamed in terrorized fear;
his unlawful act of carnal hate
overlooked by society;
hid in the vows of marriage;
the bride not heard or seen
until it's too late;
one more victim;
spousal rape;
the bride
died.

Undress Me by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

The Key

Locked
within
is the key
to happiness.
Yet, emptiness stays
no matter where she looks;
void, bleak, dejected creature
defeated by an empty heart:
which hides the key to her sanity
that will unlock all of her suffering.

The Key by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Words

Words
cut deep;
they destroy,
or they uplift;
They can edify,
and they can be loving,
rather than sickening words
that are loathsome and disgusting.
Therefore, select your words carefully
for they travel from your mouth to God’s ear.

Words by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

A Mother

She stands strong, unassailable like rain
Casting down into the torrent sea.
No movement seen when terror strikes,
For she endures even wars;
Cold as ice, nerves of steel,
None can conquer her –
A warrior.
Yet, fragile
As a
Vase.

A Mother by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

The Last Two Weeks

Tired
And beat,
Frustrated
Beyond belief.
Driven to madness,
Filled with anxiety –
Torrential downpour on me.
Nothing except insanity
With the last twenty five days I breathed.
I can now see the future before me.

The Last Two Weeks by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse