DROPPING OFF AT THE FIRST STATION OF THE TRAINS TO HAPPINESS

(CYCLE : BETWEEN GOOD AND EVIL )

Dropping off at the first stations of the train to happiness

Little children troughtlessly abused

Not by wars of cataclysms

Little children troughtlessly abused

In families, kindgartens,even in meadows

 

 

When you were a little girl

A man shot your dog

In a flowery meadow

You were running happily

Dog was without collar and muzzle

He shot dog  and your heart

And the reward was delivery

Of the dog cut ears

 Financial reward or even

Certificate of commendation

 

Another quiet and shy little girl

Not adapt to the kindergarten’s

Hour toilet regime

Prematurely contaminated in panties

She was stripped naked by the caretaker

And thrown into bathtub

We, children were told ad it to look

And how soiled pantiest werem floating there

Caretaker shot thiese girl’s heart

And hung our hearts on the string of fear

 

Harmed kids wait at the stations

For trains to happiness

Very rarely someone does

Pull the brake to stop the train

Grabs the child and takes inwards

 

Children grow on the platforms

Of the Stations of Hope

Some are kidnaped, abused by villains

Some are pushed or throw themselves

On the tracks to death

 

Only some children go hiking for happiness

On roads, paths, wilderness

Don’t get lost at the crossroads

Find help from people-angels

 

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You, a girl whose dog was killed

By a bad man in flowery meadow

When you were a cute young lady

Have a delicate face, very fair hair

You wanted to die

And to look beatiful in coffin

You rejected your friend’s love for you

He wanted to teach your heart to love

After you never got married

 

You were like rosebud thoughlessly torn

And you let not be someone else

Rose garden, your pride, monastery and prison

Overgrown with weeds

Roses were eaten by aphids

Cause you’re watering the garden with bad water

The evil forces took your heart, then your mind

You avoid the mirrors of truth

Cause there’s no reflection of you in them

There’s no one like you

As you see yourself

 

You rejected those who remember

A little girl in the meadow with her dog

They wanted you to free

From the power of this incident

 

You thrown out of the train to happiness

Go hiking from the Station of Hope

You got los and stubbornly go

The wrong way

 

( February 2, 2025 )

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Regina Obergard

Regina Obergard’s poetry is a fierce testament to the divine spark within each of us.

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