My Dearest Uncle Poem by Kelsea Osterman

I am forced to bow down to your will.
I am forced to follow your laws.
I am forced to watch as my brothers are separated.
And most of all I am forced to call you Uncle.
You have been thrust upon me and thrust upon our people.
My father died and so my brother rose to power.
But through a power struggle he too has died,
And by the hands of his own blood no doubt.
But now you my own Uncle.
Uncle to my brothers and sister.
Pass a law that refuses my brother
Passage into the underworld.
You refuse to honor my brother because
He did what he believed in.
And know you shame him by doing nothing.
You spit on his grave and call it all good.
I shall never forgive you for this my dear Uncle.
I hope you burn in the underworld for all eternity
For what you have caused me to do.
For I shall not stand for all of what you are doing.
And if you will not change your mind then you shall kill me.
And if my husband to be is to not stand by me either
Than I shall die a lonely woman.
So heed my words Uncle forgive and forget.
Hurt our people no more.
Let us lay our prince to rest the proper way.