Wednesday, December 24, 2025

Violent Child by Devi Nina Bingham

Embattled me that died

Alone on a barren hillside

Safe at last, or was it pride?

A bloody sword by my side.


My dangerous dear friend

Who hysteria and heartbreak penned

By my violent child forced to pretend

Life's pain twisting at rope's end.


All we, hiding on a hill

Clutching our hoary swords, still

For the children whose hope was spilled

Violence became quite the thrill.


Will we recover, sister and brother?

So much pain it makes me shutter

What about you, my lover?

With the sword we pierce each other.


See, we all bleed

Forgiveness is all we need.

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