As your mother,
I build you a castle, a fortitude unlike any other, unconquerable
Impregnable with foreign lineage, and lullabies.
Fully implanted with my offspring’s, entrenched with love.
Teaching you all the same culture, creed, and consensus for centuries.
Only to have my child, your sibling backstabbing me
By opening the back door and inviting the envies foreign neighbour in
An enemy who plunders and pockets all our beauty
Barricading you inside your palace of hate
All the while watching while you massacre your brothers one by one
For a sense of entitlement you thought your tribe was owed.
My son you can do better
My daughter you ought to know better
Sincerely, your mother
Somali (Africa)
`Twisted Elegance`
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