I WENT HOME THAT NIGHT BLEEDING,
PROUDLY LIKE A WARRIOR
I BORE MY BATTLE SCARS WITH HONOUR...
MY MOTHER CRIED IN ALARM AT THE SIGHT OF BRUISES
ON MY TENDER BODY...
SHE VOWED REVENGE ON THE HEARTS OF ALL BARBARIANS
WHO SMASHED ME APART...
I SMILED A SHY GRIN KEEPING SILENT,
FINALLY SPILLED THE BEANS,
I HAD BEATEN FOR LETTING A LAMB GO...
IT BLEATED FOR MERCY,ITS EYES ACCEPTING ITS LAST MOMENTS
ITS FINAL PRAYERS MOVED ME ENOUGH TO CUT ITS LEASH WITH MY HANDS
IT RAN AWAY TO ITS FREEDOM....
I BEAMED WITH PRIDE AT HAVING GIVEN IT A NEW LIFE,
BUT I GOT SMASHED APART BY THIRTY HANDS
I HAD DESTROYED THEIR OFFERINGS TO THEIR GODS,
THEY CURSED ME NAMES AND LET ME DIE...
AMMA ,
EACH CUT I HAVE RECIEVED IS A MARK OF HONOUR,
DO NOT CRY....
REMEMBER YOUR SON , SAVED A LIFE...
THE TORRENTS OF HER TEARS CONTINUED,
SHE HUGGED ME WITH TEARS OF PRIDE AND HUGGED ME WITH LOVE....
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