God Saves The Mother Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

Tyrant Aristodemus kills her husband, rushes
in prison to stab Megisto who calls her child,
'Stop playing with toys, come to the sacrifice'
and covers his body not to accept the stab.

But since God saves the mother, for centuries now,
since insolent words of a coward is culvert of suffering,
while the words of a fair person perch in silence, God
(a sphere with centre everywhere and invisible surface)
is present to lift unfairness for a mother who generates.
See! He orders the eagle to leave stone from its mouth,
and that stone splits in two the head of the tyrant.

Your nobility, mother, is synonym to the courage,
it’s the palm that tightens the fist instead of begging,
are the legs, yesterday bending, now standing again,
it is the sacred goal for you to magnify your country,
giving birth to a child at the first star, and if you lose it
in the struggle you say: 'I devote him to you, Homeland.'

God smiles to you, with his lips designing a rainbow.



© JosephJosephides