Christy O'Donnell ,Humour in Poetry.

Magdalene jailers,,,

Taken from families who in some cases knew no other?

Children whom it seemed were thought to be of less use,

Or who had made some error in their life causing bother,

Shipped off by the Catholic Church for systematic abuse,

Made to work each day and no way out,

No reprieve for something that was never a crime,

Religious sisters never telling them what it was all about,

Living in bewilderment poverty and grime,

Many would profit from their incarcerated labour,

And no wage given for their daily tasks,

None for their lifetime would see any favour,

Instead of a smiling face would be a broken mask,

The Magdalene laundry had a fine reputation,

Their work was sought after by those who had money,

Society would not let these women see integration,

The horror of these places was anything but funny,

Some worked for a short time others their whole life,

Without wage or comfort as if criminal put to jail,

Too late for most to hope to someday become a wife,

Through an open gate and freedom they would never hail,

There is no justification for locking someone away,

Just because they don’t seem to fit in,

Forcing religion upon them each and every day,

Those in charge were the ones committing all the sin,

All the profit made from each day that was taken,

Bought land and prestige for this church of ours,

Young lives into servitude and futures forsaken,

To appease the religious fat cats and government powers,

But hey the currant lot in power now say they are sorry,

For anything and everything that happened to those lives,

Little word from the owners the church seems unworried,

It’s all about how much it will cost them for these could have been wives,

They provided that service while being told to kneel and pray,

How anyone can put a price on all that was lost,

And for years tell them they had nothing worthy to say,

Time given as payment is the ultimate cost.

20.02.2013

 

Car antics.

She always wanted to try it but never thought she would,

There just never seemed to be the right moment in this car,

Even though it was easy and she knew she could,

There was always a third party when they travelled near or far,

 

She knew she had some mad thoughts from time to time,

And this one had her feeling she was missing out,

If only she could do it once it would stop her trying,

Isn’t this what sharing and love was all about,

 

But he simply didn’t see the need to let her have her way,

As much as she tried to explain he didn’t want to know,

Don’t be so foolish he said a car is no place to play,

But inside her this need had begun to grow,

 

She gave him a choice with or without his consent,

She was going to do it and wouldn’t say why,

Only when she had her way would she be content,

Or he could agree and let her do it or at least try,

 

He refused point blank and said firmly no,

It was ridiculous to try it while driving a car,

Nothing she said would make him want to go,

Just so she could have her way while he drove on the tar,

 

Her choice made simple like any other,

She just wouldn’t tell him when she was in the mood,

I don’t care she said who’s in the car your sister or your mother,

Or even if we are shopping for food,

 

Then on a fine sunny morning with mother in the back seat,

She waited until he was speeding along the tar,

She reached across this was her need her treat,

She yanked the handbrake shouting stop this damn car,

 

There she said I told you I would,

As mother gathered herself up off the floor,

I did it I told you and you knew that I could,

That was the day she got her own car he drove her no more.