I Weep

I walk the streets of my motherland in trepidation,

My mother I can’t look into in the eye

My brother " chafkop "you say

Which part of our mother’s womb you came from,

Brother Brother thou art evil

I wail,

In dread I meet the love of my life never to be judged by his past

Love thou art wicked the only gun he ever had was the plastic of an era long gone,

I am an era long gone in his, the gun in his hand once a long time ago, returned to haunt him

Who wants to be a victim of a crime of passion?

History you judge him.

In terror I drive through the streets of my beautiful land ,

Placard in my face I roll up my windows as a child abandoned by his forefathers in jest stands with it ,

Trying to draw from my being the sympathy he no longer conjures in his own mother,

Child thou art banished.

For the glory was yours and you gave away,

Haggard looking you walk towards my window,

I weep bitterly as I am reminded of the glory we once knew

I hate you

You remind me of what I lost