Come and kneel here my child.
This is our new lord, our new god.
Come here and learn his face,
learn all things he doesn’t like to see in us.
Promise me that you will never try
to be a reflection of him, never hold him in your heart.
Even as you bow to him, to powers of cruelty
repeat to yourself again and again,
that no god ever killed freedom; no savior,
no beacon of light, no provider of grain owns your soul.
This is all that I have managed to do so far-
silently witnessing and persevering.
Cowardly, I have survived without giving in, without opposing,
without saving, without killing anyone, protecting just you and me.
To bow my head with tears in my eyes
is the only thing I could do with the strength the new gods left in me.
I do not know what to ask from you, what to teach you
but somehow you must outlive all those who prey on all things good.
My crimes of silence and tolerance leaves me no right
to speak of peace or love or future
but I feel fear and hope thinking of you.
You – who has never seen the world with open sky and kinder hearts
will either dream of a strength drawn out of blood of others
or you might just realize the value of everything that people call weak now.
Come and kneel here my child, in front of all those who teach us
to build our own prisons and build them bigger thrones.
All those who hold our lives hostage binding us with our own fear-
look at them and imagine a world where they don’t exist; not even within you.