Bequeathed Poem by Shiraz Bautista

With the weight of wondrous wealth and worship
neatly nestled in her corporal cavity
unexpectedly, this eager expecting dame
lifting her humble hand in search of clarity
seeps through the cracks of your decorative doorframe
proclaiming your holy name, she wearily wanders in,
her innocuous infant
blissfully bequeathed in your home
giving birth to your kingdom's gemstone

Dutifully destined for divinity
from infancy
his devotion soared like scintillating symphonies
melodically proselytizing the word
his actions; the bedrock of his alluring anthem
caressing his speech harmoniously
and so they see, envy, and seethe
the enemies brushed by jealousy
and cannot believe
that these prophecies
are carefully questioning their authority
their prosperity, now in a noose
sordidly squeezed by the boy
to atone for their atrocities

But their progeny, ceremoniously slit by a sword
floored by the grace of what they heard
a revered yet reserved sprout
spouting verity in every word
disturbed, yet utterly perplexed
incensed, the descendants deliberately descend
into damning disbelief
in fear, falling on their father's forgone fallacies
malice creeps, these fiends furnished their fumbling fortress
with obscenity
and now these thieves with stolen gold, gravely grieve
and frantically flee
mortified by this ethereal effigy