NEWBORN

I could choke you to death
I could strangle your neck
But you are my child
Born in the hour of death

I could drop you down
And break your head
And cry aloud saying
It was a slip

Or, I could poison my breast
And feed you my milk
And moan stating
He was fast asleep

Why my child, why?
The hour of your birth has to be so.
Like toys they carry guns
For hunger they are fed odium

I thought
I could teach you love
But I am compelled
To teach you to hate

They have guns for you
To play with
And army boots and suits
To snuggle

How much more sacrifices?
Nothing gained
Nothing earned
Just lose and hate

Instead
I could bury you alive
Weep, weep and weep
Curse my breast and weep

No more shall I bear
No more shall I give
To death
And to vengeance