caroline

Her name was Caroline
She was mine, my only one
By day she taught school children
By night she became alone

Her head was filled with thoughts
About mother earth, her god.
She longed to protect her
From all of mankind.
Her mother found it distasteful,
Her father, he didn’t approve.
They thought it was a phase,
That age would remove this noose.

But now it’s eight years later.
Her hair looks fine, it’s long.
She gives long-winded speeches
On how pollution is wrong,
How man has many laws
But for some, they seem to fall,
How everyone loves Jesus.
They cling to him, one and all.
But when they listen to the variable
Righteous thoughts escape them.
How else could a King
Be removed from his throne?
“Do lies travel faster
With the aid of telephones?”
She said, “If bullets had freewill
Would they choose where they land?
Would triggers become stiff,
Forever to take a stand?”
People they beg for truth
But only without consequence.
“Responsibility’s for others
We prefer song and dance.”

Her name was Caroline
She was mine, my only one.
That day she taught school children,
That night her time had come.

She was standing in the square
Fervent in her speech;
A bold delivery
But trembling underneath,
For the night before,
While rehearsing her part,
A mysterious note appeared
That tore at her heart.
A threat was made --
“We’re gonna have your head.
What you say means nothing.
You’d be better off dead.
But this can change if you want.
Just don’t speak up.
Better yet, if you like your life
Just don’t come around.
You should work on finding Jesus
Like everyone else in this town.
I sincerely hope
You take what I say.
You could keep teaching children
At least another day.”

Caroline wasn’t one
To ever back down.
She quoted famous philosophers
Who weren’t welcomed or allowed.

On that cold November day
Snow fell to the ground,
A shot was fired from a pistol --
It was the only sound.

Her name was Caroline . . .