Played at his feet begged
suffered
Cry
I fired up the ties that bound me to my comfort zone

I trusted the maternity dream
In the words of love and affection
Smiles that hid their wills
In the blood...

And today, what's left?
The tables broken
Torn poetry
His insistence in what was
His condemnatory belief

As the poet says:
"You are all equal and more equal than others"
His words do not reflect the faith