Poetry – Page 10

the day the blue lake froze by anonymous

i know i was a child
on the day i heard the news
alarms proclaimed it far and wide
the countryside refused

to comprehend what had been done
our doors were swiftly closed-
and that's what i remember
of the day the blue lake froze

adults around me shivered
as the panic settled in
and when i asked i only got
a enervating grin

for this my childhood did not know,
the lake tied to their soul:
their spirit-sense, their deity,
their worship, and their goal.

anxieties and screaming
(all frustration and the same)
soon overtook the verdant valley
chaos was to blame-

curses mumbled o'er the earth
knives pointed to the sky
and soon the elders swore aloft 
at their proclaimed High:

"Oh God, my God, what have You done?
You cannot treat us so.
Do not forget Your promises;
This Land, You bid us go:

For all we did is bring Your love
To those who erred, and so
Condemned them all, as we were taught,
As Your commandments show:

You sent us here to subjugate:
And that is what we chose.
Forevermore we curse You
From the day the blue lake froze."

the sight was all a ghastly scene.
the clouds had formed a sheet;
the purple rain confirmed
a potent sacrifice, complete.

the lightning pealed, the thunder roared, 
the ground began to shake, 
the wind would howl, the earth would growl;
for that was a mistake.

and then i walked over the road
the door behind me closed,
for that was when i had enough
after the blue lake froze.

the cobblestones clinked as i walked, 
wind rustled at my coat,
anticipating instant death
as i approached the boat

the ice had formed, and sacrilege
it was to cross the sea;
but i had faith in something
that would one day set me free.

i rowed across the great divide, 
its ice transformed my clothes:
my soul, my life, replenished
on the day the blue lake froze.