"THE ABUSE of POWER." A true story...
I know "My Story" is NOT the worse one in the world. Anyway, I am sick and tired.
I am getting older and ill. I can't take it anymore. I've been the victim. I seek for JUSTICE.
I want to tell THE STORY of MY LIFE before I die...
I've been deprived of my Human Rights, the Rights to live in the United States with my American born daughter and her 3 children, my grandchildren.
I've lived in fear, and I've been so scared.
My life was ruined without freedom, without the possibility of having a good future.
These things inside me, the shadows of the past, lead me to write, to express my feelings and my thoughts. Life is too short, and I don't think I have lived enough to call myself a happy person.
One day, if that is God's will, I am going to call the living witnesses to testify and to bear witness -if they remember- what they saw and/or heard about me 30 to 35 years ago.
Why did they conceal a worthwhile information? I guess they did not care to get involved, like most folks do. Why didn't they call the Police and help me at that time?...
I know I would certainly help the ones in need as much as I could.
It was definetely a form of abuse of power and a cover-up crime.
In the end, they let the victimizer, the evil doer, got away with murder without punishment for his crimes. Then, I was left alone at crossroads...
But, God was there with me at all times. He saved me, He did not let me die, so that I would be a living testimony, and fight against corruption to its core.
My soul won't rest in peace until I find the evil doers. When I find them, then, I shall be their worse nightmare.
Let's Justice Prevail in the End! To God be the Glory!
Author: Poet Starry Dawn.
I am getting older and ill. I can't take it anymore. I've been the victim. I seek for JUSTICE.
I want to tell THE STORY of MY LIFE before I die...
I've been deprived of my Human Rights, the Rights to live in the United States with my American born daughter and her 3 children, my grandchildren.
I've lived in fear, and I've been so scared.
My life was ruined without freedom, without the possibility of having a good future.
These things inside me, the shadows of the past, lead me to write, to express my feelings and my thoughts. Life is too short, and I don't think I have lived enough to call myself a happy person.
One day, if that is God's will, I am going to call the living witnesses to testify and to bear witness -if they remember- what they saw and/or heard about me 30 to 35 years ago.
Why did they conceal a worthwhile information? I guess they did not care to get involved, like most folks do. Why didn't they call the Police and help me at that time?...
I know I would certainly help the ones in need as much as I could.
It was definetely a form of abuse of power and a cover-up crime.
In the end, they let the victimizer, the evil doer, got away with murder without punishment for his crimes. Then, I was left alone at crossroads...
But, God was there with me at all times. He saved me, He did not let me die, so that I would be a living testimony, and fight against corruption to its core.
My soul won't rest in peace until I find the evil doers. When I find them, then, I shall be their worse nightmare.
Let's Justice Prevail in the End! To God be the Glory!
Author: Poet Starry Dawn.
4 comments:
I love you with all of my heart. So sorry for all the suffering you have endured. Wish I could take it all away. Praying for you always.
Thank you, sweet friend, Denise!
I highly appreciate your prayers,
and kind visits.
God bless you, sweetheart.
Poet Starry.
oh how dreadful. For some reason I was looking at blogs today. Your's came up but not expecting it was you. So I have got to read allot and answer some comments.
Thank you, Carol Ann for taking your time to visit me!
I truly appreciate your kindness.
Blessings,
Starry.
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