a stolen innocence.
It is my final words.
My mother bare and deceased
Crouching by my feet.
I exchange her culture,
her tender speak
I borrow ur time,
and your mother’s tongue
I take-
the mercy of a miracle
& the holiness of a land by He
To make my final plea.
O’ my judge,
O’ my juror,
May you pardon me.
Or—
To say the least,
May you wonder about me?
or the higher power which decreed your victory?