Love Poem: Conditions
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Written by: L'Nass Shango

Conditions

My children are grown now,
 But in their eyes are moths not butterflies
 When they look at me. How
 Does heart that love family so make replies
 Against inherent truths that circled by lies
 The vulture is my own that got my eyes.

 But they will have children too
 And love and do half less than much to match
 What I have done. I even rue
 For them any marriage that should scratch
 The lens of dreams that they might hatch
 For now I see all foreboding through my patch.

 When they were young I gave 
 Them all, but only middle men profit here. She
 Was the hand young birds crave
 When food time came, though I provide the pea.
 By they grew up I was driven out, for love flee
 Still, and she supplies the slanted memory.

 Yet I cannot kneel in prayer
 Unless I pray for all my family still. O bless
 Her, and they whose anger
 Latent as volcanoes drift neath false calmness
 Fighting a figment battle to their own distress.
 My love for them has no regrets, just loneliness.