What is one called?
March 22, 2012 by Russ L
What is one called who sneaks into their neighbor’s yard? What is one called who cowers under cover of pre-dawn darkness? What is one called who shatters their neighbor’s trust? What is one called who has no regard for another’s property? What is one called who harms a relative? What is one called whose reveling eyes reflect the flames that burned down my grandma’s house then flees at the sound of sirens? What is one called? Around 5 a.m. this last Saturday morning, one or more arsonists torched my grandmother’s/brother’s home on the reservation. Luckily, no one was living there at the time.
What is one called indeed! That is terrible news. I’m so sorry that happened.
LikeLike
Criminal…
LikeLike
I so appreciate your blog/Voice. Sorry to hear of the recent fire. Best to you and yours.
LikeLike
Thanks D!
LikeLike
Great poem mate, but very terrible news. Can’t believe there are people that would do that sort of thing.
LikeLike
Thanks for your comment morthanworms!. Unfortunately, it happens occasionally to houses where no one has been living for a while on my reservation.
LikeLike
Great poem mate, but such terrible news. Can’t believe someone out there would do that sort of thing.
LikeLike
Thanks for the praise Morethanworms, I can’t believe someone would do such a thing either!
LikeLike
This is a poem that echoes too much of what happens in life, I’m afraid. A great poem, but the question,
what is one called?
is a good one. There is so much pain out there. Yesterday I met with a mother whose daughter was attending college with her. Her daughter had met somebody of facebook, and a girl who had been close to her mother all her life, took off. Now she’s living in a homeless shelter.
The roll of difficulties and tragedies is endless, and, as described in this poem, some of it is senseless. We can hope that honor will come back among the young ones and let them know what respect means and how it can enhance life much more than senseless behavior that leads to nowhere, but maybe a car accident or jail.
LikeLike
Thanks for your comment! It’s always a pleasure to log in and see that you’ve left something to think about. Indian life can be so painful and sometimes there are no answers, let alone easy ones.
LikeLike