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
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