And they will answer, “Lord, when did we rip
You from your mother’s arms? When did we throw
You fatherless into a cell, or strip
You of your home? O Father, let us know!”
The King will answer back, “Do you not know?
I screamed her desperate, clawing shrieks. I drowned
In fear as he was dragged away. Alone,
I wept with strangers, helpless to be found.
I hoped and prayed, until my hope was frayed,
To see my parents’ faces once again —
Until the merciless, relentless blade
Had severed us and numbed my heart within.
ㅤㅤWhat you have done to them, you did to me;
ㅤㅤYou left them fatherless: so you shall be.”
This poem was originally published in Faithfully Magazine (Issue № 4).