You ask me these questions
I've asked myself for years
After all this to find
This saviour of mine
A peer
Down dangled cord of feather
As the bellows of Jacob sung
Bidded, I climb each tattered rung
Is this home?
Is this heaven's gift to man?
Make me a child
Rid me a father
Rid me a man!
To emerge from this flesh
To be born
To violate law – to be unplanned
Why me?
Fresh faced
Bright eyed
A believer
A follower of yours beaten to the ground
Her blouse fell to the floor
Before she could let out her roar
I stumbled upon this universe
It's catered and fit for me
Its beauty I'm yet to see
Is this home?
Is this heaven's gift to man?
I said, man
Blood and pus coat these walls
And I'm ripped out with a glove
Was I plucked out by the one above?
Or just a product of this rape?
What is this place you call my home?
You call this my home, what is this place?
Father!
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