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June 3, 2018

To all the Men whom have helped raise me to become the Man I am growing proud to be. 

Deep from my youth, beyond the mask of memories

Lies seldom, peace, belief and warming love

Suppressed for years, through hate from the “belligerent”

Squeezed tight, he had, the heart of childish poise


And now I change the path, the wake of which had followed me

Undo the damage it has caused

As I take back the hurt that he bestowed on me

For death crept up on him, the judgement’s done.


He, too, had suffered deeply in his innocence

From hands and words of those who taught him in this world

He, too, was cradled by “belligerents”

Who raised him with their selfish hands of flaws


Could not escape his nurture of hostility,

Could not defend a mothers breaking heart

Could not pretend, that none of it was happening

Could not ignore her bruised up face of love…


Forgive, forget, stand tall and look ahead of me

Looked back, remembered and have moved away from what was done

A loving start, my fate had spread ahead of me

The day, a man today had brought me love


Not blood, nor sperm, or nature but with selflessness

I'm whisked away from death within that world

Given a chance in freedom and prosperity
Restarted and restored a dim and fading flame of hope


To dads and fathers, both two opposites

To past and present and to moving on

Acknowledge growing up with hate, the scars had battered me

But growing now, with love, I’m more than strong


And few of us, who yet, if ever fate will honourably

Mend, heal, the wounds of some and punish lives of those

Those hurt, the agonised, those who pretend with masks and the “belligerents”

Remember all, the path behind is always shorter than the path beyond…

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