I AmI am an artist,I Am by Takethra
But my handiwork is trampled on.
I am a mother,
But my sons vanished with the dawn.
I am a father,
And my daughters go ripped
Naked in the streets.
I am a father.
I am the mourner of the World,
I am the World’s most abhorred.
I am the weeper of the rain,
Though renewal rises like a rainbow,
Always to follow,
After thousands of years, always to follow.
My smiling face over all penitent,
Though I am returned always with betrayal.
My mercy is raped.
All my friends faithless.
Those taken into the chambers of my soul,
They violate my heart.
I am the one who returns from war,
Only to find his lover lying with another.
I am the one whose children slay themselves at her breast,
I am the one whose brothers always turn their backs,
I am the one whose sons thrust their brother off a bridge,
I am the one whose daughters speak their sister into suicide.
He hanged himself, he who kissed me in deceit.
And I saw my own children incinerate