I’m sorry, dear child mine
It’s here, the darkest time
You’ll be a beloved son no more
You’ll be orphaned again
A daughter you’ll be no
more!
Inimical winds are
blowing
Writs on the wall are
showing
Self-love has shut the door
Compelling you to sit outside
Sobbing uncared on the floor!
‘Evolution’ it will be named
When ideals will be shamed
Hypocrisy will rule the core
She will be the queen Jezebel
Unjust, cruel, immoral to the core!
You to Heaven I’ll surrender
When hungry dogs tear asunder
The motherly lap you which bore
He will be your shelter secure
You, It’s His whisper
that bore!
Xavier Bage
Fri, March 24, 2017
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