The Seasons: A Poem

Sunrise over Amazing Grasses Family Farm The mad Artist wields His brush, Painted colors rush, To life and give flush, Before the quiet autumn hush. The life seems to pour, As colors fall to the floor, To be seen no more, Outside the dark, grey door. Brightness from below, Sun upon the snow, High, cold clouds blow, Flakes and ice appear to grow. The man melts with little seen, Underneath, pale, grey green, Hides life in dark unseen, Waits for warmth and to careen. Buds on branches show, Patience starts to grow, Trickles, streams and veins flow, Bringing fruits of melted snow. Sprung to life it springs, Bees, birds, sound rings, Lush green flings, Its gift bounty brings. Green growth gives one last rush, Underneath the Painter's brush. The mad Artist wields His brush, before the quiet autumn hush. More poetry is available from James M. Hahn in  The Last Dragon and Other Poems  available now. My new book of cryptogram puzzles " Secret Messages from the Saints " is avai

I am Constance

I was listening to the local Christian Rock station on the way to work this morning and heard the most incredible "rap" song. It is an extremely powerful song about rape, human trafficking, child pornography and pornography in general really. There is also a video that brings tears to your eyes.
The lyrics are posted below and taken from the I Am Constance webpage.



CONSTANCE LYRICS
- by Mr. J Medeiros
1st verse:

An old man vacationing, he stands patiently
under a hotel sign that blinks vacancy
he's thinking maybe he's to late to make the drop off
till a truck coming his way breaks and stops short
and now he's out of sorts and you can see he's sorta nervous
walking to the passenger door to meet his ordered service
this is someones daughter working blames his conscience
when the driver says "she’s my youngest, her name is Constance"
he comments "and its only 6 dollars per visits
just dont leave any marks on her, it hurts business"
thought for a minute and he confessed "that’s fair"
since it was three dollars less then his cab fair
"how old are you honey" she says "im thirteen"
her nose was runny its raining in the Philippines
he handed over the money in a chilling scene
the truck drives off and now he's on the hunt to kill her dreams
the sign reads no vacancy, he leads Constance to a room
he has rented for tapping see,
he's about to turn six into six thousand
and all you have to do is click on your web browser
its not illegal to use rapping as cash crop
as long as it says she’s 18 on your laptop
the sound of rain is her backdrop laying there
like she’s waiting for somebody to say they care
while the tears of God fall down the window pain
she feels unholy like her Father doesnt know her name
Marry Magdalene and the woman at the well
He knows everything that happened and His arms she fell.

hook:
repeat x2
in his arms she feel
will you stay with me

2nd verse

His 21 and all alone in his household
hes tempted by the quiet he feels and the mouse he holds
the silence of his spouse is cold
so his about to help that man get his six thousand gold
one click and now she’s sold
withholding his conscience scrolling through the comments
there she is looking confident a picture of Constance
in a series of video clips, "adult content"
the title blinks in bold letters like the vacancy sign
its his time to go get her
its like his mind doesnt know better
her soul is crying out "let me go" but her wont let her
he got her trapped inside his media player
held captive by his need to replay her
its a matter of he being here and she being there
that’s why he doesnt feel the need to care
guilt is in the seed he bares
spilling his shares of the profit
on a 500,000 million dollar market
were children are regarded as product
and traded like stock tips
and raped for the sake of our pockets
his lap top sits like a window into Constance room
where he enters cus its almost noon
and his expecting his wife home soon
with new close for the baby
shed be angry if she saw his new lady
a thirteen year old Filipino named Constance
trust me girl God has not forgotten
He knew Marry Magdalene and the Woman at the Well
He knows everything that happened and in His arms she fell

hook:

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