A mangled mass of shredded hopes
And fractured dreams wrought into knots
By bitter rage and dreaded fears
That captured streams of noble thoughts
And kindly deeds behind their dams,
Amid the tears of loneliness…
Throughout the years…. The aching void
Thus sired, cultures calmer climes
Like those of childhood quietude
Where pain, too deep to be defined,
Yet one’s sole sure Companiion,
Translated life’s expectations
Of normalcy: dictatorship;
Rejection; no respite from words
Of hatred and degradation;
Disappointments and disrespect
Whilst being uséd and abuséd
In the name of Filial Love
And my responsibility
To members of the family,
Who, lkie spoilt brats, are catered to,
Their every whim and fancy met
By “Cinderella, Martyr Made”,
Who knows naught else in life, save this:
“You don’t belong; show gratitude
By your respect. Show love to God —
He must come first; put others next,…
…And you be last.”
But!…
God’s been, is, and e’er will be:
The sure foundation of our hope (to be continued…)
