Desecration of Angels
by Michael Romani

In our angels' desecration
Are sown the seeds of destruction

As your villainy grows bolder
This side of light demands I be its soldier

Better to strive hard and honestly die
Than ever answer to not doing so and as to why

Why deception has come to rule
And why the ways of the wise
Seem the ways of the fool
This life of ours is no easy surprise

You again deliver our girls to me sick
And wonder why my temper is quick

It is that you won't provide the medicine
No surprise that's how it's always been

If it were not for my presence at the delivery
I would never believe you mother to these beauties

Since Thursday night I have struggled on lost ground
Each time I have tried to get them help, I've found
That you deceptively stand in the way in every way
Until finally I have closed the door, keeping them away
From the harm to which your every effort has been directed
And now they are well and your maliciousness is corrected

And yes, if your goal was that I too be afflicted with this
Truth be told that your biological warfare did not miss

But after realization was reached that you sought only harm
And all of your lies had long since lost their charm

This destruction of yours has also been moved past
I am thunderstruck at how the harm you strike is so vast

How do you harm our children to strike out at me?
Is this really how you think things should ever be?
But again, no help from you despite the court's order
I have managed to bring us back from destruction's border
Sometimes it's hard to see how you could be their mother
But, I am faced with the truth that there is no other

Three days of illness is how we spent this visitation
One day, to God's face, you'll give your reconciliation

But once again, I have seen the darkness of your soul
And once against wrested us to light and out of your control

I may be broken down to the point of impoverished destitution
But I know that God will bring your folly to its restitution

I watch as our daughters play cards and watch television
Happily joking with bellies full and restored in constitution
And I know that one day all of your wickedness will be done
For now, all I can offer them is love and days filled with fun
Knowing that to one parent they are not a weapon but a blessing
Toward that end I am satisfied there need not be any guessing

(c) October 15, 2017  Michael Romani
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