An average man born of your prodigious

And yet unassuming and humble womb

Toiling away in your cocooned recesses

Eating the blood away from your breasts

I, unashamed of my insignificance and

Afraid and quiet for the fear of losing the little trinkets

That I have collected throughout my sorry life

Yet you, Forgiving my indifference and diffidence towards you

You, providing my needs with strained aplomb

Wearing that smile amongst a ticking bomb

Covering the stains of your molested sanctity

And me sanctimonious in my hypocritical pretended silence

Reap (loot) away awards and a fortitude

Yet you, forgiving my mute acquiescence

Acquiescence to the systematic plunder of your holies

The blood of your sons and the rape of your daughters

The massacre of the classes and the tyranny of your rulers

Down all those white centuries and the brown decades

All your auctioned mothers and decadent fathers

Yet you, forgiving my lecherous silence

Have you lost your voice, your call and your beckon

Or have you simply lost the desire to live on

Have you oh mother, sold your soul to the satan

Or do you simply dread the charlatan

Or still, do you see me frivolous and unworthy

And yet again, forgive my naked listlessness