...As for the child,

Thrown into this world

Into the cold arms of fate

Unwrapped, exposed

Fragile, disposed

To the power of disgrace

Ruling over the seas and earth

From the moment of his birth

Turned a man, a mighty ace.

The ace has not a face

Nor a name to recall

Just a high chair to displace

And await the ultimate fall;

The father was all the same

Ruling over ash and sand

His father too hadn’t a name

Just an arm and a brutal hand…

To punch, to strike and aim a gun

To puncture the innocent dream,

History in time shall redeem

The acts of the father to the son.

 

Angelique Fallah                       April 15, 2011