My birth is
an accident
You say it’s
preordained
Past Karma
the decider:
I question that
logic
When
discourse follows fact;
Your
intention clear
To help me
digest shame
Or worse, to
subjugate
In name of
unknown crimes
Your Just
One sits in judgment
After the
deeds are done
That’s part
of Divine police code
Blind Justice
who cannot see
Anguish and
death,
Back
breaking burdens
On a million
beasts
Condemned to
thousand deaths
Before they
die each day.
Our births
are accidents
That give
rights, empower
Or condemns
to indignity
Exclusion or
inclusion
Written on
forehead
As we sleep
in mother’s arms
Though red
blood flows in both veins
That crack
turns into divergence
And positioned
far apart
Babes learn
to hate and defile
A slew of
tales sustain rift
Pitting self
against self
Till in
death we meet
Siblings once
more
Returning to
same womb
Death less
unwanted than life
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