Mother, I don’t care if I’m never reinstituted!: A poem 

Mother, do you see the unanimous belief in the lie, 

I just couldn’t be watered down with it; nor could you 

We have semblance of the eternity locked in our soul 

Before we imprint ourselves by our dynamism, I revolt that the whole 

story will never be told. Who can I invoke, who can I name? 

There is none who befits my candour, when everyone I look up to is rendered lame 

I couldn’t even brother the sun, for it was taken by that evil sin 

So, I waited, but my honesty only enervates the sun and my disposition! 

It is not my defeat! I will never admit it! You can see that I have never fallen 

even if the crucifix of the elements weighed heavily on me; and my loves 

felt banished from my groves, because of treachery. I can’t furnish my lounge;  

with the artefacts I cherish. I can’t even go to the attic to refresh my memories; 

I just feel that everything owed to me is like a gun sticking to my back 

I am not cavorting to the blackmail though, Mother. I know you believe in me. 

And your confidence rests in me. You have always sacrificed your self 

for everything else you loved; and I am confident that you always walked that part for me! 

I just don’t care if I am never reinstituted; and not any of my loves.  

But I just don’t give a damn for the fish or the Moon!   

I just don’t think they are acceptable to me, however either of them is presented to me, present or future!  

Fuck everybody who connives with treachery! I want them to get lost!