It’s just not fair, she screamed in care,
The way she feels, was just unreal,
The cut was deep, her wounds to keep,
The shame of hate, she caught it late.
Her cries were loud, but mum was proud,
She wont embrace, her child with grace,
She throw her arms, across her palms,
No sense of peace, this child is weak.
With red in sight, she cursed her fright,
The pace of change, was not her plight,
No help we gave, she must be brave,
With rage in mind, she burnt mankind.
She tore in two, the men of few,
Her heart remained, the cause of pain,
We wished her well, but not in vain,
And from afar, her twin returns.
She held her tight, and showed her right,
The dark within, now dwells in light,
The heart of sin, now heals with gin,
The bond of twins, unite to win.
By Julius Fa