Driven to Death

For those with eyes to see

Driven to death

Insensitivity of kith and kin
Skin deep love
And jealousy within
Stunted parody of ill conceived man
Whose love can't embrace
Beyond own flesh and bone

Victim blaming is the winners' game
Sans kindness, hearts of cold
Hideous stone.

Godmothers, unloving, ungracious
To innocent sons
Dog mothers of rigid Dogma,
And narrow exclusions.

Sibilant sisters
who lay down antiquated law
Enforcing guilt on a foolish
Guillible man..
...
"Don't bring her to Church
She's Un-christian.
Get the boys
They're Ours, ours
Alone."

Half Christians, that too,
Only in name,
Accusations, unfair
Wept into basin of tears,
That my father
Is in waiting,
To change their names...
To make them propitiate
To Hindu Gods...
Who are, but of course!
Demons of the underworld.

Crying buckets of crocodile tears
While dimming the joy
Of precious childhood years
Of two little men who should verily be
The pride and joy
Of both families.

Love skin deep
Jealousy within
Pride envy avarice
Are your deadly sins.

A
Gentle reminder
Jesus was a Jew
And May I ask again,
Just who are you?

He honored the Samaritan
The Prodigal Son
You throw them out
With overbearing scorn.

He Condemned the rich
ALL you value is gold
He accepted the sinner
You would like to
Throw stones.

In God's mansion
Are many Rooms
Of requirements,
Religions,
With multitudinous views.
Cleanse your hearts.
And humble yourselves
To your God anew.

Driven  degraded by fear
I shed humiliation
In tears
This world is hard
Terribly hard to bear.

Tagging along everywhere
An unwelcome other
They should have hired surrogate wombs
And not a feeling mother.

Conspiring to humiliate
Pretending innocence
Dealing death blows
With congratulatory
Handshakes.

Driven degraded
Deserving DEATH
Life is taboo
When you are
A child of Fate.

The skies forever calling.
Forever death defying blue
I hear my sisters
I hear them true.

Weaving words of love
From highest truths above
But
My hapless sons
Keep me anchored
To unfeeling earth.

I can't read
I can't teach
I can't sleep
I must weep
For the death
I can't find
And the life
I can't keep.

My soul keening
To fly above
Lingers lifelessly enmeshed
In this desolate gourd.

Wily men and
Women of strange
perverse desire

In the lives of others
To stroke hellfire

Driven to death
By puny stunted man
I will fly away
Into deathless skies
Harmed by none.

I will fly away
To true sisters
Wielding wands
Of healing words
May God grant
This woman
Her last reward.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017