FOR THE JW CHILDREN (page 2)

yknot

Knowing the sting of lonilness

but being in the wilderness

has brought about a sense of fearlessness

The Elders tell me I am evil

The worldly children would rather play with a weasel

Where do I belong? What can I use as a gauge?

Having knowledge of good and evil is like being stuck in a gilded cage

The demons laugh and say "sure you are right!",

"But those people hate you, it is not worth this fight"

I stay faithful and true awaiting Jesus like a thief in the night

I keep my faith near and dear

Praying Jesus will quickly bring Armageddon here

I want all to be resurrected and given a chance,

because I know what it is like to be rejected, without a second glance.

journey-on

Princess Daisy Boo and yknot,

Thank you for adding something. You know what it was like I can tell.

serotonin_wraith

The women she sees in The Watchtower and Awake
Are satisfied getting to clean and to bake

She wants independence, control of her finances
But those at the top take away all her chances

Her 'sisters' choose men from a meager selection
They judge by their time sheets and not their affection

Some end up abused, beaten over and over
The advice they receive? "You must wait on Jehovah"

The men get the privileges, women get none
They are second class citizens, when all's said and done.

The 'bothers' do think they are showing them care
But shouldn't true love be more equal and fair?

Where's the equality? She doesn't know
She's been made as man's helper, the Bible says so.

journey-on

Sero

You nailed exactly how I was thinking in my early 20's! (Good cadence, too.)

TheSilence

She sits at the meetings, and knows it's her fate
For herself she feels nothing but loathing and hate

For she knows that she simply cannot comply
To submitting her will to some random guy

So marry she must, or submit to them all
And yet noone interests her there at the hall

She wants to share thinking, ideas, and thoughts
But for acceptable mates, these are all nots

She feels trapped and lost, no option looks good
Just one glimmer of hope and she'd take it, she would

But knowledge is stifled, marraige looks grim
School or career, the chances are slim

Isolated childhood, no future that's bright
How come the truth just feels so not right?

TheSilence

So she sits there at school, in the back of the room
Contemplating futures of nothing but gloom

Surrounded by kids who are laughing with mirth
And she's part of the happiest people on earth?

They must be all evil, the demons hold sway
This can be explained in no other way

And yet something just doesn't feel right in her chest
Just a feeling she gets when her guard is at rest

Her father has told her, all these people will die
In her heart she wonders why, dear god, why

She knows her classmates have done petty deeds
Lied about homework, taunted and teased

But death just seems such a harsh price to pay
For children just learning to find their own way

But this is god's will and support it she must
Or she will become, with them all, nothing but dust

So she stifles her thoughts and turns to her prayer
A hollow act with no spiritual feeling there

She bends her thoughts and her will, as wrong as it feels
All the while silently dragging her heels

journey-on

TheSilence, You're good! Your last poem describes just how you feel on one hand thinking "these kids are

bad and I'm glad I know the truth," but on the other hand, you're not so sure deep down inside and you long

to be just like them with all their freedom and carefree ways.

changeling

Great stuff everyone! I can trully say "been there, done that" about all you've described.

Even though we are a "messed up" bunch, we are all in the same boat and have so much in common.

That's a comfort all it's own.

I love you guys!

changeling

yknot

Journey-On , Thank you for opening this thread!

Everyones contributions are beautiful beyond what words can express.

WTWizard

They talk so much about conscience. But this raises one question:
Ted Jaracz, WHERE IS YOUR CONSCIENCE?

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