Little Samuel
Was a promised child
His mother could not conceive.
She went to the temple.
And promised the child
To Jehovah god
If he would only give
Her a child for her husband
It was a time when rich men
Had more than one wife
One sometimes outperformed another,
In this case she was the preferred one
But was barren
Her prayers were answered
And many of us remember
His story of being taken
To the temple and left in the care
Of the Priest to perform duties
As it was, he was used as a prophet
Who anointed the first King Saul
Then found a replacement
In a far-flung shepherd
Who had seven sons
One not the favorite
But got gods notice
And we all know the story
Of David and the Philistine
But the rest of the story
Is that Samuel was a weak man
He was provided with a wife
Three sons were also provided
But they were ill trained
Greedy and criminal
In their deeds
Of stealing food or the best
From their own people
And their wives accustomed
To the best of what was brought
For donations to the temple
During one of the battles
After Samuel had been warned
He himself did not heed the advice
All three sons perished
The last wife with child
Fell on top of her belly
Killing it before it was born
In the end, the years of service
Of the small boy offered as a sacrifice
By the rich parents
To serve in the temple
Who became the mouthpiece?
Of god himself
Ended his years
Old and with no relatives
No heirs to his line
No one to bury him
Except perhaps a distant one
Who might keep to tradition.
Just as Moses was not allowed.
To fulfill his years of service
By remaining behind on the wrong side
Of the Jordan
There are also those who are elders
Who will lose their lives?
Over nothing more than
The actions of their children
Or their own wives
Imagine being disfellowshipped.
As an old man
Because your wife or daughter
Got caught stealing another womans
Life, her thoughts, her possessions
Even her husband
Or chance to live with one.
Too bad Ken Gillette
For allowing your sister
To pull the trick
Of stealing a child
Then claiming the six year old
Was responsible her whole life
To care for the needs
Of Janet P who has done nothing
Deserving of life
But instead wants the wallet
Or the bag of groceries
Always with a needle
She only wants to sit down
And speak to your own relatives
Who no longer want me in their life
But have forgotten who many
Times it was the oldest
Who took care of them
Now they don't need her
Nor want her to know that
After all they have Suzie
Instead of Carol to be their mother
They have Janet and Tara
And Gail G and Amy A
To be their family members
They never get injections
Nor have heath problems
Nor do they have to stand
There and watch others
With their clothes on their back
Or refused basic food
Too bad John G
Should we send you to Guantanamo?
Or just kick you out now that
Your daughter has introduced
Herself as a relative
Ever wonder why those people
Never noticed my parents plight
When they did now they were
Once important to the community?
No one knew my mother had died
Because Betty A and Janet U
Are always on the phone
Instead of the real person
Who cares if they wrong person
Picks of the phone
Finding out one is speaking
To the wrong one all this time.
It mattered to me and I did complain
Which is why I have no way
To get to my families homestead
The road is gone and it will take awhile
We used to have boats
As in the old days
To go around the constant
Problems of the road work
Tijuana flooded out
Causing a water warning
In the San Diego county
From their polluted ground water
The valley route
Is longer and more treacherous
Than the one on the coast
Who is there to leap over it?
No one has come without
Ashley giving me another injection
She stands there and smiles at me
While I cant even get the right
Type of service online
Due to my tumors bulge
Who reported me as a diabetic
As a glutton who eats other peoples food
Instead of the Gluten free food sent just for me.
No one understands until
They are there themselves.
The Big bend got hit
By a historic hurricne
I recall we moved everywhere
To get away from this same family
But somehow they always found us
As if someone was giving them
The information as traitorous
To their own relatiees
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