You bruised my mother’s womb
though she gave you her nectar.
You made a throne from the carcasses of my ancestors.
You made me a bastard
while forcing me to call you father.
Now, you slaughter my brothers
and expect me to stay silent.
I will not cower, though you hunt me like an animal.
I will not grovel for your mercy.
I will sharpen my resolve and bloody my hands suturing my brothers.
My humanity will haunt you.