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 You sat amongst your brothers

And together, you ate colanut with finely brewed tea

The smile on your faces were even

But you, I know you.


Your heart reeks of spite

The type that comes from a reicarnated soul

You stare innocently but your eyes speak volumes

I see the envy and pride

Ripening like pure palm wine, ready to be tapped

You hugged your brothers with a snare when no one looked

I saw you.


You broke the sacred oath your father bestowed

I saw you pass a sword through your brother's heart

In a foreign land, he bled and died without dignity

He was buried in shallow sand like a mad dog

Like an outcast who was sent to the evil forest

I saw you.


In your chamber you gloried

Marvelling at your orchestration

While you put up a facade of tears amongst brothers

You are the thorn underneath flowers

I saw you.


History has never held a stone up

The sun looked at you with fury and disgust

Your brother died in a strange land unknown

Your corpse will be paraded shamefully in your hometown.

CataleaBonez

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