Treasure Island

Siddharth Shah

(11 July 1993)

About Your Father


About your father
What about him?
Said the slave to the king

My apologies your majesty
I may cause you grief
Just spit it out you thief

About your father, son of Isis
People say he died a soilder
I'm not sure of suicide or murder
Have you wondered?

About this mark on your face?
Did he die saving your life?
That he was the master of 7 kingdoms?
Whose are you truly within?

This mark is gift from the divine
He offered you for his life
Named himself as the saviour from abroad
Oh! Son of kingslayer!

May God's be with you
Embrace the truth
About your father

Submitted: Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, October 17, 2012

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