Thrown out thorn you are !
Your children
whom you crowned as diamonds
have left you untouchable.
You can't be a good omen
for the toil and darkness
you have faced for them.
Once you were the light
of their morning,
rising sun of starless sky.
Now
your first born will use an iron bar,
shaft of spear for the second
to hug you.
When you look for light
they will turn it gloom and darkness.
Your crown has vanished from the head
Consuming fire you have become.
Why don't you lift up your eyes
to watch where the flock
before they have bring darkness?
Now your feet stumble
on the mountains at twilight
All will come when you forsake yourself
and abandon heritage of life
Are those birds of prey around you now ?
Let them....
They are the flesh and blood
of sophisticated hypocrisy
to paint the pools of gratitude!

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