They summon me to the courtyard
with their harsh tones and judging eyes
i wonder what would befall us
as i look into my babies smile
I walk onto the laden stage
tightening my grasp around the bundle
sleeping on my bosom
I see their stares,
their spiteful smiles
their pointing fingers and
George are you there?
Are you going to let us die?
My eyes wander the crowd
and a tear sparkles in my eye.
I see you george
Staring right at me
Hiding within the crowd.
Do you not care?
Why do you not dare
to tell them that he is your son?
The minister screams my sins..
But aren’t you to blame too George?
Is it right for them to judge me
Is it right for them to kill me?
with the babe in my arms?
I see them pick out their stones
Is this how it all ends?
I remember the days that i spent with you
the happiness we brought to one another
and then i see you…..
bending down to choose your stone
with tears in your eyes
and i know immediately
that you will be the first person
to strike me as you have
I close my eyes and wait for the darkness
hoping the gods will spare my child
for then i become….