I Am Also One of His Finest

I shriek as surreal spells strike Scampering for somewhere to shelter ‘Dad…’I intoned like Isaac, on my handset ‘Is there no ram for the sacrifice?’ Father himself, stumped for words Quakes like a child with wobbling lips I shudder in perils of swords of Damocles Of which my snivels make no sense And my cry of no concern I was meant to rule I was told soon my hands will sway the scepter I had left back my mum’s kisses To offer my ration for my nation Now I stand overwhelmed by derisive cachinnators Crackling with bloodied dentition To taste the bitter fruits of seeds I never sowed Reaping a harsh harvest, unbidded and unbargained Imagining the part of me to have a first bite Tell my mother to see through this dusk Tell my father I tried to be a man as he taught Tell my country I am also one of her finest