Jacob's Sons
My sons! What can I say?
Should I be proud?
Ashamed?
A sister disrespected -
So they vowed to take revenge.
I'm sure you know this neighbourhood.
The gangs.
If they allowed one of their own
To be abused,
What then?
Complicated.
He had apologised,
Offered to marry her
And proposed a truce.
I shook his hand,
But men are men.
Waited their time.
Then, smiling,
Cut his throat.
Killed all the males.
Still covered in their blood
They raped their girls and swore
That it felt good.
At such a price
The current peace was bought.
They are my sons.
I haunt them in their dreams
Where, like lost sheep,
They shelter in my arms.


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Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
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