Children of Mahabali
1 min readSep 30, 2023
a poem
give my kingdom for an iker of lamb
of the man who spares the living
yield my shield, my iron and steel
for the words of he who is giving —
were his back to break on palm leaves and ash
i’d carry his weight in sorrow
so remember me in times far gone by
as that which would favor misfortune —
now wet with my tears a statue of clay