Why the Sword Kills
WHY THE SWORD KILLS
When I give my mother a slap
She remembers the nine months
And years she nurtured me tenaciously.
When I bomb the temple of my religion
She regrets all the spiritual feedings-
And the ideals she showered on me. When I betray a trustworthy friend
The confidential confiding and love, will be remembered
If I betray my nation
The national pledge
I am forever indebted.
Copyright © Nnachetam Stanislaus | Year Posted 2013
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