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Monday, August 10, 2015

Death appears (The voice of the Weak)

Do you judge me as weak as my uncle had done
I have lost my wife and my only son
They sneer me down now
But they had agreed with me then

You see, I believed we were one family,
A unit that would always be
Our own uncle, my brother and a few elders
Including our priest and the trusted astrologer
Had sat me down to explain quite plainly
That the baby, my son, was not solely mine
He was the son of a larger group
Nothing would change, nothing at all
This eldest, my first born would benefit
From my elder brother's largesse

They reminded me that I was but
A younger dependent though male
Obedience, adherence was in my blood
I understood, I obeyed
I felt complete, when an elder was there
Always quick to nod, to appease, to agree
The voices of power, I did well to please
It had worked well, I can vouch for that
Until,... until my time turned bad

How could the astrologer not have known
That the deed of my brother was wrong
How could the priest and my uncle stay quiet
When they knew I would not know to fight
The ceremony will cement the child's rights
They smiled approval while I gave my life

I should have told her, my mouth knew no words
She's your wife, they told me, she has to obey
Besides, she will have the baby with her every day
Why did he take the child forcefully, why didn't I stop him
In that fog, I did not understand the game being played
My wife, I hate that word, wife,
She let me down, offering herself openly

Little did I know what happens in women's quarters
Later, that accursed maid, spoke to me with reddened eyes
And told me the truth of my wife's state without child
I had sold my own in the hope of gain, she said accusingly
I had abandoned the one life that depended on me
Why do you cry now, you caused this to happen
You call yourself weak, the world knows you're the villain

I did not know! I had been sheltered under my elder's care
The world looks different when viewed from the shade
But I have learned that when the rock caves in
It drags down all those sheltering within
It may have taken joy out of your life but in its eyes
It owes you nothing at all, you are but a parasite

Was I weak as they called me, do you judge me that way?
I did not know better, that is all I can say

I have had my say after all these years
She appears before me, I feel no fear
She seems to understand my quiet turmoil
There, I see her, I grab out a hand
Only to be caught and held back
I am falling, yes, she is there for me
I hold no regret, no sadness
I am free

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