....Ages Of Subjugation... Poem by wardha jawdat

for an age now
i have labored under
your uncurbed spite
for nights on end
i have smouldered with
the coals in my fireplace
and stood watch
with the constellations
playing host to the morn
your hatred has birthed many a storm
in my embittered soul
you have narrowed my vision
poisoned the good i have known
you have drawn blood
when i could shed no more tears
so little have you given
so late over these years
that i wonder
at my own capacity
to forbear...
O Lord i pray to you for strength
in times asdark as these
help me keep with my forberance
help me keep the peace.